Spring 1995 • Vol. XVII No. 2 Poetry |

Lets

He let her in, he let her out, and then he let her down. She let him, though, or so she said, but maybe she was letting on (remember how she hid that bruise?), let's see if we can help her out. But then the subject changed: She let him in, she let him out, and then she let him down, or did she let him go? In any case we didn't ask to help and then we got it. Let x and y be both believed, let subject I, not sub- ject to, be listened to, I to I, for all of us, the ego has no gender. A lease on life is what we get, To let, it says,a little room, our own, to live and breathe.

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