I tried to write
a novel
once.
It was about a town
called Foxtrot,
Kentucky
in the hot Georgia summer
and three people
that lived there.
There was a symbolic
dogwood tree (it stood
for innocence)
and it rotted away
when the femme fatale
was raped.
Her lover raped her; he was
apparently a violent man.
Her other lover mourned
but was not sad anymore
once he had shot
the rapist.
Then in recompense
the lady opened herself to him.
"1+0=3" she said.
And that was when he realized
that the universe is
sex, a battle
of creative impulses.
Someday I'll go back
and try to write about Foxtrot,
Kentucky again.
This time, the man will be raped
and we will see what
the universe is like for him
then.