A stolid doggedness,
& age a thing like “tired sins,”
personal lapse, personal lapse.
This is the story I tell myself.
This is how my life makes sense.
Just by being born, I
deprived her of an empire.
Just by standing here,
I let my yearning call to the pasture, and his skin,
to the gamble, to meter as to luxe
finery in windows.