The geese had an affair with warmth
But
I was in no shape to accuse, for winter was
My lover

I cannot apprehend why I dislike Shakespeare
So much or
Who to blame anymore

My memory had an affair with
Loss and
I find myself sticking three leaf clovers
To my wall
No luck- I presume

The voices seep through the pores of
Walls and rugs
The hush gives way to

Whispered screams-
About an affair and
I can only wonder who to accuse
Or
Why I don't like Shakespeare

The only explanation is
The safety of never coming close-
Near misses are just as worthy to an upset as a
Direct hit

I'm shaking for a reason-
I had an affair with starvation but
That fell short because I
Loved you too much to continue

Although I do miss the way I felt
Like air and
How exciting it was to say-
It was an affair

Foolish rhymes for
Foolish choices but
Few know and
I'll keep it that way.

You're too consumed in your own affairs to
Notice how slim
I
Am

I'm staring at three leaf clovers-
Dashed against my wall
Remembering the ones with four leaves
Pressed between the pages tall tales
They brought no luck.

I don't know why I dislike
Shakespeare so much or why
I even had an affair to begin with