disappointment,
I stand and renew
my vow to renounce
all satisfaction;
I shove my hands
in the empty front pockets
of my pants
whenever I talk or go
walking around.
such baffling knots
of aversion
and amelioration
can unclench and relax
only in their apparent lack,
warmed by the friction
of amicable dissonance,
by the obvious
and the oblivious heat
of concealment.