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To Be

ODE

Loins and breath.

Moonlight melting

In the throat of a calla lily.

Thickets of young maple

Just breaking bud.

All you have to be

Is who you are,

Naked beyond the body,

A touch at a time.

PALINODE

All you have to be

Is who you are?

What could have I possibly

Meant by that

If part of you

Is who you dream you could be

If you weren’t the piddling little dimwit

You actually are,

As if the “real you”

Is the one who sits around wondering who

The real you is–

Or if you’ve ever wished you were

Someone else, anybody–

An accountant in Coronado,

A dishwasher in a second-rate Omaha steakhouse–

Or if you can follow this,

Or still care,

You’re probably really screwed up

Or close enough

To be welcomed as a friend.