lately

i wish i could say
that i'd give anything to be with you
that in mindbodyspirit i miss you terribly,
but that would be lying.

truthful speak:
acidic tongue and venomous words;
i hate your fucking guts.

i guess it's good that we are all
one.
that i was misborn
into the wrong species, the wrong planet
the wrong configuration,
entire.

instead i should be native
or perhaps
animal or botanical in nature.
but i think, under terms of perfection
i should exist as a son of the universe,
a galaxy or star or distant nebula.
one singular breath of the
exponentially growing cosmos.
a being so large-
an overseer-
that my only function is
love.