Choices

(September, 2013)

I could have.
I could have gone into her bed,
once,
twice,
more.
I could have had life altering experiences
and written poems about her smile
and been the Cassady to her Ginsberg,
then,
sighed and decided it was all a phase and
gone back to my “normal” life.
It could have been something that I
talked about at parties to
draw men to me like moths to the flame.
But I loved her and so
I stayed straight and
I wrote this
instead.

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