If there were more variety
in whatever disagrees with me
talk and wine could flow for hours.
But we sniff out politics immediately.
We can smell it in the laundry.
What does disagreement have to do with you and me?
Absolutely nothing, unfortunately.
It is the nature of disagreement itself
to be crudely binary. The binary lacks variety.
The poet who disliked your poetry, for example.
The type could be called: “Left, Non-binary.”
Once the needle hits the groove of the Bertolt Brecht record,
it plays those old songs of comradeship without stopping,
the loudmouth who cares about the poor
unless “the poor” is you
with a slightly different opinion.
The “non-binary” is more binary
than binary. Logic is too emotional.
The priests and professors repeat themselves
over and over, no matter what political camp they are.
Protestors invaded their favorite restaurant.
A more interesting conversation took place in the car.