bad poetry
there is a girl
in corduroys and a black shirt
staring out of my mirror.
she has her hands over her face.
she won't talk to me.
One whole night we sat and
discussed the song I thought was
about infidelity
listen to the way he says shame I said
she said listen to the way he says penance
later
a long time later
after various betrayals, our respective
deceptions
she downloaded the lyrics and sent them
to me
maybe as an accusation
and I realized the song was about god.
It's just a kiss he said
but when is a kiss
just a kiss?