What do you use me for, my dear?
To augment your vision, expand
the topics of your conversation,
tell your friends about the woman
you are reading now (as if you had
conquered me by deciphering a few
erotic verses). Let this poem
be witness: verse is the antithesis
of communication. Knowing me this way
is not knowing me at all.
But if you've learned anything from
reading me, you should be asking now
how I use you. Oh my dear -
augmenting my stores, delineating
the topics of my conversation,
hearing echoes of what you see of me
in reading me now. But by now
both of us have engrained this truth:
Verse is the antithesis of communication.
I pretend to know you but have made you up.