Every time the world offers me or
I try to negotiate for and,
more often than not losing all
but not, at least, reduced by choice.
We anthropomorphized time with clocks,
pretended that in measuring the immeasurable
we did something meaningful, rendered it manageable.
Better to appeal to your memory than to your generosity.
To your memory of generosity.
If I must rely on your spontaneous impulse
I am lost.  Remember?
If only someone can have all the right ideas,
I thought,
then they will be what they ought to be,
what I want them to be,
what they ought to want to be.
I loved moving from Place A to Place B.
I loved arriving.
I loved planning my next move.
Love is disillusionment's foreplay.
Whatever you take from me,
be sure to replace it with something
of equal or greater value
(to me).
Developing strength through adversity
in order to have strength to cope with adversity—
it seems so circular.
They all railed against the world and then died.
When I die
the world will have nothing to do with me,
will get worse and better and worse and worse,
and it will have nothing to do with me.