For Us
Jennifer Kronovet

Hard to know—

always at an end—

 

the reason for

turning towards yet

 

another alley of him,

while—in the same

 

mood—I store

myself to have

 

a past, The Past.

What is a lie

 

for us is holding

the astounding

 

private. No more

waiting for feeling

 

to be knowing

like a blade

 

against the fruit.

Just the feeling

 

and then saying—

and then another

 

reason for turning.