I was driven by desire.

believing that the fulfillment of that desire was an end.

There was no end.


Others might have looked into the future and seen

a shape inside the coming years –

a house, a child, a man who might be a help.


I saw his back bent over what he was working on,

the back of his neck, how he stood in his sneakers,

and wanted to eat him.


How could I see another person, I mean who he was – apart from me –

apart from that?