Late night considerations
I recall everything that ever slipped through my head.
My drunk father,
My lovers,
God.
My hair full of white
Myself.
My poetry.
My work.
The questions keep pouring in:
- You don’t spend enough time with me.
You say subtly.
To be fair, I do not know the answer.
As I don’t know the answers to a lot of other questions.
But would you join me?
And see the sky full of theorems, and physics, and you.
I promise.
That...maybe.
I’ll consider. Loving.











