The politics of how many rings before I pick up
How many goodbyes before a hang up
The intricate act of interruption
Of smiling back at strangers walking by

And the politics, sometimes, of sexual intercourse:
Easily evaded
And of the time we were lost
Easily diluted, like sugar and water

The politics of ink-pens and yellow-papers
Waltzing between meanings and intonations
The handling of a knife and choosing wine
Of discreet discriminations between articles to dissect
It was all political all of it all

It was politically gray and correctly gay and I thought:
-I don’t know how to change my Canadian tires-
Ending a song was the most delicate
And yet it was never political enough.