DON’T ASK

Don’t ask if I’m writing,
it’s none of your business. You were the reason
for the escape into metaphors,
for despair.
It’s possible to make a mistake, to think
that your husband had discovered
you’d secretly
gained control of me.
And when I couldn’t take it
any longer
the desire to be buried
was mine.

אל תשאלי

אל תשאלי