“THE POLITICAL SITCH”

Yes, I guess you’re right.
I guess I have written a thousand poems about you
many which I thought were about something else.
That piece called “The Political Sitch”
was clearly about the time you didn’t return my calls for two weeks.

That haiku called “Blues Haiku,”
with the triple internal rhyme,”
where he see me, see?”
That’s actually referring to the road trip we took for your vintage glasses. You’ve sussed it out!

And my minor opus,
“Alternate Friday Hate”
that was absolutely,
positively, unarguably
about how you
under any circumstance,
at any time,
will identify every single thing
in the universe
as having to do with you.

You’ve uncovered my secret code,
Sheila.
It’s all about you.