you are not the subject of this poem

and neither am I

you will never be the subject of this poem



you are not the subject

and neither am i

even if the rain is on my shoulders

and the bird is in your cage


but the rain and the bird are not

the subject even if there is a thunder

storm outside

and you want to let go of the bird


the bird flying away is not the subject

the lightning flash, the hum of the air

conditioner, the fish rotting in a drawer


in the fridge. these things are not the subject.

your laughter, our son, the time we went home

early—these are not the subject.