Some queer thirst for your
name inspires your initials on a passing car;
your impression in place maps
and miscellaneous unintended elements
through town;
I tried to extricate every bit of you
but the very word itself,
a careless incantation and then a sharp
breath,
always in a car,
alone, driving
and your name calls me.
I am faced with an internal and also
transpersonal journey, wandering between a
wish to banish my foolishness from my waking
wanderings and never to have any more
from you,
and “I have,” I say,
though a third element in our conspirations
directs a walking tour of my museum-heart's
permanent collections
unwelcome, unbidden, and
ordained.
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