No offense to Hegel—but I think
I finally figured out
how we got
so inextricably fused
together—after
I kissed her
just once;
and so
lightly indecisive—and only
sort-of! not to mention
too fast—
in my dad's
freezing cold car
in her
hot July driveway
upon our return
from that arbitrarily nondescript
Main Street ice cream parlor.
And it's so dumb—and unabsolute!
and has nothing whatever
to do with that
delicate situation—which initially flattened
those two little paperthin
noses together;
but rather—
with every ponderously heavy
and ugly impersonal thing
that's happened—
to drop down
and pile up on top
and around
and outside of them since then—
creating increasing
and tremendously monumental
inward pressure—as their owners
ever so innocently
simply continued
sitting together
occasionally—though honestly
not all that often—
inaccurately
remembering that embracing.
