Maybe I’ve always chosen
the cloth monkey
over
the wire one, tazing
myself with absorption
Maybe I chewed the
apple
straight to the cyanide
Maybe I
queued behind myself,
ouroboros once or twice or
ten times over
Maybe I’m Sisyphus pushing
my own boulder back down
the mountain
Might I follow through with this,
these sotto calls to arms —
just a
red light run
away from where the action is
Let me will away this maybe-deluge past,
turn next times to yeses,
turn me to ours,
am to was,
no to you,
one day – now.