by Matthew Rohrer

I believe there is something else

entirely1 going on but no single

person can ever know it,

so we fall in love.

It could also be true that what we use

everyday to open cans was something

much nobler2, that we'll never recognize.

I believe the woman sleeping beside me

doesn't care about what's going on

outside, and her body is warm

with trust

which is a great beginning.