If it’s true, Chloris, that you love me

then forgive me but I have no idea what to do

about issues like world hunger

or the Pope not allowing Blacks to use

condoms, the screen shutting down

and by shutting down revealing it’s no door.

About photographers who kill themselves

over photographs they’ve taken.

Though the light was amazing, they kill themselves.

 

If it’s true, Chloris, that you love me

then I don’t even know what to do with this sea

which by parting swallows unruly dogs,

unplanned children, ships and their captains,

cities, countries, worlds.  I swim in this sea

as long as I swim towards you, Chloris.  If

you love me tell me what to do

once I realise I’m swimming but I no longer love you.