For Us
Jennifer Kronovet

Hard to know—

always at an end—


the reason for

turning towards yet


another alley of him,

while—in the same


mood—I store

myself to have


a past, The Past.

What is a lie


for us is holding

the astounding


private. No more

waiting for feeling


to be knowing

like a blade


against the fruit.

Just the feeling


and then saying—

and then another


reason for turning.