February 17, 2005

Would

Would
that I were good
and wouldn’t
think these thoughts,
and would
instead
occupy myself
with productive endeavors
and healthy relationships.

Would
that I were good
and would
keep my eyes,
my hands,
my craziness
to myself.

Would
that I were good
and wouldn’t
live inside my head
and would
instead
live fully, richly
and limitedly.

Ah, would
I be as good
if I wouldn’t
be like this?



Fall 2003.

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