After Emma, Jerry & Robert in “Betrayal,” a Zoetic Stage Production, Summer, 2015
They say to juggle three balls
or scissors, pins, or even torches
whether tossed overhead or under
is quickly taught to anybody.
That would be our case
if all lives counted solely as One
without the messy, massing wake
of infinite tendrils behind each…
If lives or scissors or pins manifest as
essence unseen nor foreseen, unprecedented,
creations untied to its neighbor,
solipsistic: oh well, then, yes, three is easy.
But how is this so?
Who parted us and called us Three?
What tree binds us to each, if not of a piece?
We’re more than one ball in flight, we three…
but we’ll all stick it out, play make-believe, forget
the children we betray, the kisses on play dates
we give them, in our homes, where we…
…steal away for a hurried fuck in the loo.