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.



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