I would like many goes
and memories of many goes.
Not for the living and breathing of it
but to know differently how things might be.
This girl you kissed and left town for.
This ride you took and look where it got you.
In the morning you didn’t reach out for the bottle.
On another day you didn’t survive the crash.
One wife gave you blow jobs
and never lost the taste for it
but it didn’t make things any better
as you took them as your due
and instead found her brittle talking.
A very much greater frustration.
Here there were children.
Some broke your heart.
But in another there were none
and you never dreamt of the missing.
Some lives lead to acorns
littered on the dry ground
while in others you persuade yourself
that high and mighty is every inch what you deserve.