No Questions

This poem appeared at ENTROPY in October 2016. ENTROPY is no longer with us, so I'm moving all my writing from there to here. I hope you enjoy!

No questions

Let’s not ask each other anything

Not have to explain anything

Not tell

Not confess

Let’s not talk about ex-partners

Let’s not talk about our therapists

Let’s not talk about our fucked up families

Let’s not talk about what meds we’re on

Let’s not talk about what majors we had in college or grad school

or whatever our theses were about

Let’s not talk about where we’ve traveled because we’re so privileged we can afford it

even if we stayed in hostels

Let’s not talk about our jobs or office politics

Let’s not talk about politics

Let’s not say things we know the other person already agrees with yet we have to say to make sure

Let’s not talk about what movies we like

or books

Let’s both not say how much we love Anna Karenina, the person, not just the book, as if she were a real person, which to us she is

Let’s not talk about where we grew up

or places we’ve lived

Let’s not talk about whether we drink or not

socially or not

or whether we smoke pot

Let’s not talk about our cars

or the internet

or the media

Let’s not talk about dogs or cats

Mac or PC

cellphones

or what kind of teenagers we were

No questions

just maybe some music—

a piano in the corner of a bar in Paris

playing As Time Goes By