Poem for Today
He was right. And he will always be right.
What does he mean by sending me a joke in real time?
What I want to know is, how did he know? How did he know
years ago,
contrary gender,
conversant German,
how did he know so well my heart my life myself and what it would be?
And what does he know? Does he know of these things too? Or is he a fool,
sent to fool me, sent to send me insane?
I wish I could ask him. I wish I could know what he knows.
But I do. In each poem, each penance
he left me. And I will read them. Everything. Every one
he left me.
Don’t leave me.
