Non la bevo
I'm not drinking it, the Italians like to say.
In English, we say that
I'm not buying it.
(We're more transactional, I guess.)
So what exactly are we hoping to get
With this coin that we call love?
The same stale cigarette butts in the coffee cup,
The empty bottles of cheap Prosecco under the sink.
The same lies, the same arguments, the same excuses.
The fantasy of love everlasting,

The tragedy of losing our illusions
And knowing that there will never be another who knows 

How beautiful we used to be.
If this is love, then I'm not buying it.
But I will take another for the road.

Rosalind Resnick

Oct. 6, 2015