Does it make sense to be wild—
saying yes to fatherhood after she is pregnant?
What if she had decided to kill your child?
Tell me, is it ironic that I slept with 23 people
in search of my one true love,
i.e., monogamy? Can I say now
I’m somehow different; to forgive—
isn’t that how I, as someone’s one true love
must live? Why did I think I could be
what could never be pleasing to me?
The dyer’s hand is colored by what it worked in;
I am pure, covered in superficial sin.
I have forgiven myself, and at last
confusion belongs to the confusing past.