WHY NOT SMILE from James Goertel’s bi-weekly poetry feature, Under the Same Moon, waits the night for resolution.
WHY NOT SMILE
We smile for ourselves,
Search the quietest moments Satie had to offer
Looking for a selfish reason to covet under covers pulled close
In the middle of the night when we are not talking and wondering,
Who can hold out the longest?
I even change my name after you fall asleep,
So you won’t recognize me in the morning
When you awake to a pseudonym,
A stolen identity reciting an ad-libbed version of Contamine’s Les Antiques
Because my memory is not as good as yours;
Smiling to myself