The Other Woman (reprise)

As the only one (gendered)
she is still the other woman,
a third party to anonymity.

Despite all the singling out, of
the one for the other,
she is still the odd one:
an extra wheel, light, body.

It is not a lie when she said
"there is no one else";
a multiplied interiority cannot (ac)count for herself
counting only on others.

Come in.
You, your +1.
When she's not leaving
me, too.

this month in another song

This September, reversing that from five years ago, there is one too many, and still not enough.

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The class I'm TAing for this semester, Zen and Taoism in Asian literature, tells me that perhaps there is no paradox in reversibility. But I do not have to seek recourse to Zen for that. The closest to 'spirituality' that I can get is when I think of my flat feet while in a yoga pose. Flexibility and balance has little to do with the mind's 'eye.'

I. Aye.