Pretzels by Jonathan Galassi

You twisted your-self into a pretzel

Trying to tolerate something you hated in me it turned out was essential.

Does that mean I should twist myself into a pretzel

Trying not to be the thing that made you twist yourself into a pretzel?

Having been salty and wrenched for so long

It’s a relief I find to unwind and simply be bent,

But not twisted;

Neither of us can be pretzels anymore.

Why is that so hard to understand?

I’m sad about it too,

But I’m not angry.

No, I’m glad I’m not twisted into a pretzel.

You be glad too.

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