
learned about coveting my/
neighbor’s belongings.
I didn’t know that
personal righteousness was
a goodness contest.
You were the mother
of my escape,
of the start
of the birth
of my
(as yet unfinished)
self-discovery journey.
It was you
who set my feet on the path
that opened up my soul
and my heart
and my mind
to what could be
and should be
and now,
increasingly,
is.
I so often will/
substitute “she” for “you”, but/
she* knows who I mean.
*you know
Having not heard from/
you and then fin’lly hearing,/
I’m glad you’re not dead.
Now that I have left/
my tracks all over your phone,/
I just feel foolish.
How can I tell you/
I’m happy just being Dave/
when that is a lie?
Deep words that expose/
my heart and soul are not to/
be left openly.
Sometimes you just need/
to get out to discover/
you need to get out.