You’re a difficult person to love
I’ve never read a line of Creeley
There is no substance ‘melancholy’
running through halls screaming
over the din of clacking shoes
‘The thief is in the closet!’
Not only because there is no thief,
no closet – there’re no hallways…
Yesterday reminded me of you –
My dreadlocks induce horror…
Yet all intuitive lossiness comes from
accidental choices – mistakes, really…
how much caution
to take when road-crossing.
But there is no road – accidents
are beautiful – we are whole…
Such is your beauty to behold –
I’m in favor of surrender.