Poem: Seeing Duff

this duplicity we have in common.
you know I prefer to think we are liars
pretending what we want to believe is real

as our hearts are breaking.

yet you gasped when you saw her
your chestnut eyes wide
and I knew then that you were a kind man

I knew that you were (like me)
desperate to be filled up
and drained--

fooled into thinking that more may be enough--
as if back-up could insure that
we would never be left again

or lost.

there is comfort in this lie
as we languish in our sweat
and wait for trouble