A Monstrous Clever Fellow
I do not want to be content.
Every time I get what I want
I don’t want it anymore.
I don’t even know what I want.
I’ve been in love with four wives
and three lovers.
Written down they make
seven discontents.
I wasted their time.
I don’t know why.
I’ve been to Hell.
That version of the afterlife
envisioned by my father,
wasn’t all that bad.
Heaven is a product
of my grandmother’s grief.
I don’t know which I prefer.
I only love my wife
because she knows me.
I’m comfortable
because she knows
how I like my toast.
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