every thing I thought I’d learned
ambition and illusion turned
to drawings on a loose leaf sheet
of figs and fruits I couldn’t eat
what in her do I require?
the face of gratified desire
what in me does she require?
the face of a gratified desire
brownish spider,
brownish leaf
confirms my deepest held belief.
no more spider,
no more leaf,
no more me,
no more belief.