i.
We ride horses in the slowly-falling snow
and you tell me it is Summer, it is warm,
and I don’t quite believe you, but I love you,
so I go along with the oddly humorous
deception. My mother says “Love is blind”
and “Hindsight is 20/20,” but it doesn’t help.
The horses trot, the rhythm transmitted
through our bodies, the horses somehow
one with us, and we are terrible beasts,
half man, half horse, truly and fully awful.
You say we have so much in common, so many
of the same life experiences, but those are lies
as well. You lie and lie and lie as if breathing.
And I believe. I believe. I stupidly believed.
ii.
In the early 18th Century, it finally appears in English:
from the Latin manipulus and brought by the French,
the word manipulation quickly became common.
In the word we find hands, mani-, because one needed
skill with them to manipulate an object. How easily you
used your hands on me. How easily you take advantage.
The Pacific sits in the distance and cannot believe
how easily my body fell under the sway of your hands.
The dictionary speaks of the “dumb masses”
and how easily they were manipulated by those in power.
But nowhere in the entry does it say what needs to be
said: I was lonely, I was starved for love, and wanted love.
I was pliable, ready for your hands. And when you
put them on me, I acquiesced. I gave in. I ceded control.
iii.
The Greeks were among the first to understand distance
having crossed the Mediterranean. They accepted
gifts as a kind of measurement of their importance.
You used distance as a shield in most of your
relationships, including our own, a convenient way
to live more than one life with more than one person.
To tell someone you are building a life together
while convincing others to do the same is just
another part of your overinflated sense of self.
There is no thread that holds two lovers together
at distance if only one is holding on to that thread.
How you loved to talk about the invisible thread.
Like the Greeks, your ego was outsized. You wanted
gifts. If offered a Trojan Horse, you would accept it.