| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| EVASIVE PROCEDURES The premonition was this: the next time I'd speak to her, she would break up with me. This was a state of affairs that could not be allowed. Too beautiful, too smart, too funny and charming was she there was no way I could let her leave my life my loving arms. Not without any attempt at defense. So I resolved to avoid this calamitous contingency: I would not speak to her. Call and call she did, but I would not respond My machine would fill with her melodious, heavenly tones so much so that my heart would thud, hear her voice, unable to interact. I had to dislodge the machine to maintain my sanity. But I could not remove the door she would constantly approach knocking, day after day after night – and I would ache, hearing her knowing her so close, so far, all within a razor's breadth. But I could not risk the premonition missing its mark, but hitting me between the eyes. I could not dare to lose her, so I kept my distance. It has been this way for four months now, with my non-com strategies keeping us apart, keeping us together. And the phone rings less often, and I hear my own deafening pulse far more than her beats at my door and I am safe, I suspect, from her eminent rejection. So I guess I got the last laugh. |