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"what's wrong?" i said,
"i don't understand!"
"that's right!" she screamed,
"you don't understand!"
"get out!" she shoved
and slammed the door behind me
yet all i could do was stand numbly in the hallway
to nurse my wounds,
both physical and cynical,
under the crackling cackling fluorescent light
she was right, after all,
i didn't understand her
i couldn't understand her
narcissistic loves or
monotheistic fears or
anti-depressant hopes or
self-destructive dreams or
decapitating nightmares or
her intermittent urge
to inscribe her bitter misery
onto her deftly-traced double-spaced skin
and all i could do was stare blankly down the hallway
in bruised silence.
but when i heard her cry,
her sobs shattered my doubts
and i turned to her door once more
with a determined sigh,
i shut my bloodshot eyes
and raised my knuckle to the artificial wood
and knock-knocked.
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