Funeral For A Leper


	I am not
	in love with my roommate.

	I am not losing focus.

	These things I think of her.

	Does that strike you as obsessive?

	Does that strike you as wrong?

	Does it matter that she doesn't know?

	I don't mean to stare.

	When I die, 
		will she come to my funeral?


1996
© Lela Kaunitz