and advantageous,
but I assure you,
it's a curse to always
be so right—
might sound like a boon,
but it truly is
a blight
to always remain
so logically congruent
in the heat of hawkish
conversation.
If fact,
you probably don't see
how I can do it
even in the middle
of a petulant fight—
like that night
when I could not help
but intuit,
after you'd sworn I'd
grown callous
and aloof,
that the opposite
of distance
isn't closeness;
it's height.
