|MY SECRET LIFE
So maybe after several years
you say you know me.
You've seen me come and go
and you notice my habits.
How I always have a pen, how
I let my glasses get dusty until my eyes
are nearly hidden. How I wear baggy
clothes and shoes that need a shine,
blow my nose too loud.
I should tell you that I have a secret
life. I like to watch cartoons and look
at pictures of log houses, built back
in the quiet and secluded trees.
Did you know I have loved
and kept it a secret?
In fact, I denied it and boxed it away
remembering Cyrano; imagined myself
on some pockmarked battlefield.
Dulce et decorum est…. It couldn’t be helped.
Yet maybe you know me, you see
I drive a pickup truck, I always
have something to read: The Journal
or Faulkner or Calvin & Hobbes.
Did you know I sleep to the sound of water,
that wind in the trees makes me dream?
|Copyright by Kyle Kimberlin
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