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.


Taj Jackson