xxiv

so, to start it all,
maybe one day things will work out.
but today isn’t that day.

the waves could represent a metaphor,
the changes of time and circumstance,
but even then it would be a stretch this poet isn’t taking.

maybe the better metaphor lies in the wind.
the strength of currents of air
is my strength of vivid hatred —

even now, I can’t finish this alone.