Desiring Is Labor Enough
Desiring is labor enough.
I don’t have the stamina to propagate the tyranny of expectation,
Let alone, to prop up, against the variable wind of circumstance, the   cardboard
and chicken wire tower of hope.
Desiring is labor enough.
The Onion
At the center is love,
Then comes desire,
Then pain,
Then anger,
Then hatred,
And then, because I’ve learned how not to enact violence,
The paper thin,
Brittle, brown skin
Of indifference.
