Here is what I want: the truth I’ve stumbled upon after years
and years of going around in circles. All I want
is to know — not anyone else’s flesh
nor the whines of his palate by heart.
what I should have been after is knowing
my own, to memorize the spurning
of my stomach at midnight when I’ve had too much
to eat, or to digest. to know,
exactly how to calm down after a long
day –by making a cup of tea, a kind
of bitterness I have just learned to like the taste of,
to finish in all but one gulp.