Friday, June 7, 2019

ALTERNATE ROUTE

People don't say: All roads 
lead to Rome much anymore—

not because the import
or accuracy is moot,

but because Rome 
no longer means

just one thing to everyone.
Right now, it's more popular

to declare: Love is love—
but I don't think that one's

exactly true either.
I've been there, and believe me

I tried to do as the Romans do.
I stripped nude and called out to you

from the dark Romanesque shadows
cast by that word,

but I still felt ugly and vulnerable
which only made you feel stupid.

I tried to love you
every other way I could think to;

I explored every avenue,
tested every alternate route.

But it was no use. We both knew it.
When I tried to explain

these strange new directions—
they didn't make any sense to you.

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