The things we
can't grasp
are the ones
that we covet.
Absences,
dearths, sins
of omission: these
fascinate more
than plain
interest might
explain. Perhaps it's
this obsession
with lack
of satisfaction
which accounts
for the way
our hearts behave:
always chasing
after flashes
of lust with
nothing
significant underneath,
rather than
the blander guts
of deep-
ly intelligent matches.
