That December, Rocking in a chair And reading Rumi, I ceased to reflect in a mirror. You broke into tears: “How can I trust you ever again?” In January, I began to levitate By the chandelier Reading Khaayam. It made you nervous. You learned to Throw the rope like a cowboy, Pulling me back into the bed. And in February, I went into spontaneous combustion, But you, ready for contingencies, Slept with a fire-extinguisher And put the flames out, Destroying … Read on…