Stop. Stop. All I could think last night –
WHOLE NIGHT – was – momentous–
happy – truly liberating loss that is unhappy
me. Lost inside this unrecognizable night.
Now me down here – going for the
scope of the chaos, this relationship
that is me talking myself out loud –
into being. Not dating one of his
students metaphorically. All I could
think of is wonder – I won’t get to
hold that hand if he returns.
hold that hand if he returns.
