Another Ending

you tell

a stranger's story

because your own…well

 

They're all fungible anyway,

right?

 

A man…no make it a woman,

is on an ascending escalator:

halfway, she imagines a goat

 

about to be devoured by a panther

that used to be her ex.

 

Sure enough, here he comes,

on the down-run:

(Is that her gun?)

 

As if a kind of logic says

that up must have its down

That what is joined together

must be wrenched asunder

 

I'd have them pass with secret

smiles meant only for each other