Bedtime Reconciliation

There is no room for self-indulgence in care.

Who was I talking to about the childishness of Japanese?
How did that man, my friend, know that to bring me here
to get me over here, was so necessary to help me heal from atrophy?
and take care of my starving animus?

There is no room for self-indulgence in creation.

People show up, yes they do.
And we make a big soup of people.
We put our love and care into
that soup. I want to taste really good.
I want to make a whole new me.
An unpolluted river.

There is no room for self-indulgence in love.

There is a place I know.
Where the river flows
just like the stream between
a woman's legs.

Everything is clear
And waiting for me
To show up and baptize
my self-worth, a new name
Courage and trust
in the waters of that river.