A Doubt Grows in Brooklyn
Of course he isn’t smarter than me. Jess was joking.
Jess said that she was joking. And just because he pressed
the right button on the espresso maker doesn’t
mean anything; I’d have figured it out myself
eventually—I have an MFA, for chrissakes.
By no objective measure is he smarter than me.
Not only does he never read, he barely even
watches TV. Half the time he just sits there, the way
he’s sitting now: staring soundlessly. I force
myself to turn back to Colbert, but I still sense
his gaze. Maybe he is smarter than me. (And that
is what it means to have a girlfriend with a cat.)
© Jeremy Rosenberg
Jeremy Rosenberg is a poet and composer living on the United States’ East Coast. Jeremy received a Bachelor of Music degree from the Boston Conservatory and a Master of Music degree from the University of Maryland. His poetry has been published in The Orchards Poetry Journal, Gyroscope Review, and elsewhere.
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