I see people fall back
from coercion and convenience
into old, simple patterns

in which they seem to be stuck
and I wonder if I am free myself
-- no dependent master

of delusive ideals
no nit-picking slave
of self-interest

and no outsider either
who devises difficult possibilities
-- plans and patterns

that jam everything
but I'm failing to scream
My chest explodes, I wake up

and I think of you, should I
have ought to want to kiss you?
Shall I do things differently from now on

and no longer make a story
of the loose encounters
in which I didn't dare to be free?