WHEN YOU DON’T WANT TO BE THOUGHT OF THAT WAY

When you don't want to be thought of that way---
you are already thought of that way---
it's too late.
In the womb you were sculpted
by what is greater than you.
This is fate. This is true.

Your free will squirms. Your thoughts
rebel against the surge of who you are; the ocean swell
of your predisposition drowns you.
The world meanders, "Too late! Too late!"

In sleep, dreams stranger than you
hint at your lugubrious fate. 

When you accept this truth,
it will be good for me--- 
when I love you (inevitably)
and put you in my poetry.