Greedy for pastimes
and clicking through all of the options online,
I'm wondering—where do I fit
on this spectrum?
We like tell ourselves life is long.
But really, desire is so much longer.
So many days, I have sat quiet and still
as an idling car, helplessly watching
its frightful tail of quaking black boxcars
thunder through the crossing.
But it's no use wondering
when I might be free
to unite with that dream
in the vanishing distance.
Every morning, I have one motivation,
and by evening, quite another;
and I've never once gone to sleep wishing for
the same virgin soul with which I wake.