The Only Thing Left

  For life is, indeed, a savage proposition,
            I cannot in good faith make it.
  For love is, in truth, an impossible undertaking,
              I cannot in good will share it.
I find myself isolated, as a consequence.
I find myself lost.
I find myself daunted.
And I cannot, in all honesty, blame anyone for it
                                                                  but myself.
And though blame, in itself, is a useless preoccupation,
                 I rather glory in it,
                               for it’s the only thing left for me.

                                        It’s the only thing left.

March 12, 1997