In a bar late
I want affection
and you want me
to be confident

You find these things mutually exclusive
as if antonyms aren’t related
as if each opposite doesn’t rely on its other
to exist.

Down the bar
an extra-marital affair brews
I desert the vicinity
rambling about lack of trust.

You are offended
I just mean logically speaking
perhaps  we need more
than our opposites.

I am not mad
I am not sad
I am trying
to mix our toxins
to make a muddled hangover
worse than stark reality.