She and Future

have you ever imagined a future
with me, she asks.      oh, shit, says my internal
warning system, she wants to talk about
us, about where we are in our growing
relationship, this little thing of ours:
is this a fling, an affair,     she’s about
to ask,     or is there something real between
us.          can short term not be real?      I want to
ask, but self-preservation contraindicates
a glib response, and after all, I am
quite ambivalent in this matter, and
aside from that, quite rebellious any time
cornered.          and suddenly the future
opens, we are swallowed into tomorrow.

David M Pitchford
2 Dec 2011


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