SELECTED LEAVINGS excerpt
There are two loves:
the first ends in desertion
the second, being torn away
The pain of the first wrings my body
more likely into frozen knots
but sometimes it catapults me
across the space between sanity and fire
until every place I stand in is unsafe
and I run
I run
run
The second is solace, a revolution. It carries
but simple demands: to be relived
or remembered
or released