And So I Resort To Cigarettes.
January 11, 2012
I know there are Those, but they are not him, and he is not that.
And, in my deepest animal, I wish it were-
Careening, demanding, needing
me, my arch-in-back as
I twist before his Readiness, his angst.
Hoping for the best only to find nothing;
a shrew to tame for my own dear desire.