When someone pulls you aside
and says I need to speak to you,
what do you do?
You panic as your privacy boils off
in the hot sun.
You laugh when you hear a public cough;
you snicker behind the statue’s back.
But the public will is the real one.
Thank God we live in this private ocean
of private thoughts! You and I were lost
in that endless, green ocean! Privacy!
Love, sickening love!
Kisses! and the crappy poetry.
But since the lawsuit, I dread the awful day
when you, my ex, the dentist, will demand a meeting
and my privacy, in wrath, in a moment will boil away.