He Likes Bobby, Too, But…

She says she used to be in love
with someone who regularly
spoke Bob Dylan lyrics to her
as if they weren’t lyrics at all.
She doesn’t seem surprised, then,
when—almost half a century later—
in the kitchen, over omelets and coffee
her current lover looks at her and
becomes Paul Simon (the poet,
not the vocalist), smiles and
declares that he lives in fear
of his overpowering love, of its
inescapability, and that he might
inexplicably
disappear.

Nonetheless, she’s reassured
knowing that under no circumstances
is he likely to be slip-sliding away
any time soon.

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