Poem: She said it was something with her hip

She said it was something with her hip

We both agree about that,
but he thinks 
it was at home
and I think
it was before
she left the dinner
tonight, after
we had departed.
I think that 
is what she said,
but he 
argued with me
and now
I am not certain,
though I remember
what she said
and it seemed clear.
I am uncertain
of myself.
I am too easy
to believe 
other people's
interpretations
of what I know,
maybe, or
I misunderstood,
or it is something else
that I am not certain of,
some other thing,
a different possibility,
but I doubt
it is any better
anyhow.  Really,
I should be worried
about her hip
and not about
which of us
understood
her story best.

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