As he stumbles on the bus
he proclaims to the driver,
“I drank her under the table!”
How does one “drink” an
other; consume this other?
What role, the table, under which
his Passions play?
I do not wish to forsake this one or this other,
though I swear I do not know them.
I only know he stands, arms outstretched,
holding bus stanchions across the aisle
in cruciform stance.
I tell myself it is so he will not fall.
What if it is so he will not rise?
As he stumbles on the bus
he proclaims to the driver,
“I drank her under the table!”
How does one “drink” an
other; consume this other?
What role, the table, under which
his Passions play?
I do not wish to forsake this one or this other,
though I swear I do not know them.
I only know he stands, arms outstretched,
holding bus stanchions across the aisle
in cruciform stance.
I tell myself it is so he will not fall.
What if it is so he will not rise?