now after a weekend of silence is see
with a weak and crucified relief
hating myself was never it
or loving myself for that matter,
though this is what we are told
climbing up mount carmel
we learn
that but of being the self
everything else makes
a doppleganger and a doppleganger
is useless, it cannot sleep, it cannot
love, it cannot eat.
and i need to sleep in you,
i need to love you
i long to eat you.