IRONIC

She doesn't believe me

not a single word I say.

It's always 'You're lying'

or 'Stop exaggerating'

or 'Why you gotta be so sarcastic?'

Always she doubts

always she questions�

It's a problem

and she hates me for it,

but I can't say I mind.

With her doubt

I can say the things I need

from safety.

With ironic detachment

I can attach myself more securely

to her

as tightly as is necessary.

She thinks it's lies

when I tell her

'I'd move mountains

climb bloody streams

or eat shovels full.'

She can doubt me all she wants

but I know what is true.

Maybe someday

she will too.

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