dancing around
As you dance around
the elephant
and insist
you don’t want to argue,
I have to wonder
who it is
your argument is with?
Are you really
addressing me?
The assumptions
confuse me;
the protest seems
misdirected.
Why, exactly,
is there
such need
to defend
your bliss?
Who is it, I wonder,
that I’m standing in for
in this self-directed drama?
And why is he
or she
being projected onto me?
I must say:
We have had better dances.