Complex

She said, "I'm complex." In a moment
of levity, or anger, he told her
she had a complex.

Ten minutes later, he was outside.
"You never think about things,"
she had cried. "You only do them."

The houses on his street are smooth
and calm and he walks by them
and counts down from his age.
29...27...25...23...29 greater than less than happy.
She says what he thinks
He is defined only by what she says:
You're never angry at me for anything I do
Why can't this be the first time?

June 26