Today began like a heart on fire.
In between there was this hot-cold-hot-cold movement
to establish the fact of me.
It ended like a man with something to bury.
I woke to the sight of a burning house,
instructing firemen where to point their hoses.
Family units are brittle.
I've known this all along.
I fell asleep that night like someone on a long, long highway.
There must be something here about love --
or at least lust. No, yearning - that's it.
In future excavation, you who yearn to uncover
the ancient will find nothing but ancient yearning.
Today, everything moved.
It tried to leave me behind
but I kept seeing me by my side.
By night, I'd made it.
I vowed to teach the light -
teach it something new.
I'm who I am - make of it whatever.
I go beyond the horror of coming clean.
Now, I've already dreamed three versions
of what I'd do if I were you.
None stuck with me
