By Gala
Date: 7 April 2000

No Small Certainty

I do believe I've been bushwhacked,
caught unawares
snuck up upon
way laid
hoist by my own pretard.
Love?
Oh please---
too busy for that
not looking fot it---
for once in my damned life
earnestly and honestly
not even thinking about it.

And Bam.
Ouch/
Who put out the lights?
How did I get here
and why are you kissing me
and why am I liking it
and isn't my life complex enough
without the sighs
the longing glances
the wary looks
when you think
I'm getting in too deep?

I know my name
my address
a dozen access codes
my birth date
and on alternate days
the meaning of life---
but I don't know why you love me
and I don't know why
or how
or when
you hot wired my heart,
and drove it off.

But you did.
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