You felt somebody’s eyes casing
your trousered legs aloft
in dismount of your bicycle at the end
of your sixtieth mile when fourteen
and until recently a child
* * *
The anger in repose of mind
after chess when the last and best move
pressured from you—you need unrest
for proof of things unlike loss and disbelief
so you make a test
* * *
Not difficult to explain these things away
but you wonder if it is safe
to prefer truth
when you can’t know everything
about how the apple tastes