FORESWORN

I could swear that she liked me.

The conversation

with its language

- of the body and the mind -

and the way she smiled...

I wanted her to like me.

That must be it.

My hunger was so great,

my stomach so much bigger than my eyes,

that I imagined

what could never be.

I could swear that she liked me.

Now, I must swear on something else.