The Opposite of Innocent

He’s looking into my eyes,

but he’s not seeing me—

all he’s seeing

is his own reflection.

That’s the only thing

he cares about—

himself

She loved him. She lived for him. He left her.

She lived on. But she was dead

The eyes aren’t just the windows to the soul.

The eyes are the soul.”

I mean, he’s saying he loves me.

But does he love me?

Or what I’m doing to him

Show me a man’s hands

and I’ll show you his passions.”

Funny word—“if.”

So tiny, but so enormous

And I promised someone I wouldn’t.

The End (and also The Beginning)

This summer, I felt like a wish that had finally

been fulfilled. I felt like a dream that had

finally been remembered. But I can’t tell you

why, because you told us not to “tell.”

And I can’t “show” you why either, because

that would be telling. The other kind of telling

there’s whole worlds more to it.

Whole galaxies

we’re these two

ridiculously happy people

sharing one madly beating heart