Poem 532

A similar subject to the last poem … you can feel in the edge of mockery how these ex-lovers still manage to get under each other’s skin …

You Again

Now I'm cool and calm
as the cold fish soup
they serve in the restaurants
                                                           you go to

but then
I was something ordered by mistake
some gritty Indian fire
that you stubbornly ate
refusing to drink
keeping the water in your eyes
by a pure and angry
                                         act of will