What do we know when someone
Says what they say? We don’t know.
It’s some kind of ironic day. If we shut
The door, the circus of air doesn’t
Get a chance to build up strength
And sail in, with her voice, in our direction,
A voice that tortures language, that
Tortures the air, tortures what they forget.
Did you think what they say is what they are?
That’s like saying yesterday’s light is that star.
Close the door. You can’t hear them.
Shut the door and change the world.
I was six feet from her
When she said, “I don’t love you anymore.”
This is not true. Look. The door.
I know she loves you. She does care.
She didn’t say that. It was the air.