Wagering the Heart

It brims, that’s all –
what more to say?
This valiant silly life –
this instance of the stray
and incommodious:
this pointlessly arranged
array of causes and effects –
profuse odd progeny of sex –
this shock I keep pursuing –

finding – in your eyes:
this endless source
of meaningless surprise:
this weird reflex-attraction
to the notion one might fit
another human being
like a glove – despite
the manifest and manifold
objections from the highest

courts above and one’s
most cynical and irrefutable
experience below –
you amaze me too entirely
to stop myself from
the refusal not to fall in love:
just – quite – yet.
Wagering the heart,
place another bet.


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