Rio: A Journal of the Arts

 

Kristin Abraham

 

The Affair
(Winter)

 

I

Living with me must have been
like living with one rule begging.

A set, you said,
is sacred. But one

was me begging
don't,

you having to
break.

 

II

Living with you was
an asking for over and over

a sudden unreliability
like bursting tires on the highway

(I said please too much--
didn't say it enough)

We sputtered, skidded,
pulled to the side.

I listened for the truth.
I wanted to.