By Robert Hicks
I expect you to explain it
in terms I can understand
she told me
and I took a moment
and looked around
at the 4 or 5
stars winking and
the smell of city
and the sound of traffic
and an all-night fiasco
writhing on its side
and I shrugged and said
I do it because I want to.
She paused too
and after a moment responded
that’s not a reason.
Category: Poetry