No More Women

To be perfectly honest, 

I have not been rejected but 

simply not welcomed wholeheartedly.

Quick to discourage, I say, Who cares?

Yet ask myself: Is it Wisdom or Sin

to not need another woman?

And joke with myself: Are you over the hump?

You don't want to get too much of a good thing.

Furthermore, I like living alone—

the convenience can hardly be overstated.

Women are trouble: trouble, trouble— 

trouble to win and trouble to live with.

Yet this is where being alive comes in—

thinking of somebody other than me,

living with more than imagination,

The World determining, in part, who I am—

in the end, a greater self.

And then, on the other hand,

who cares?—

Perhaps if one falls from a tree.