he sanger a song

oh dear
i fear
that i’m not in the clear
remember the karma
you brought down
on my crown?
it appears
we’re not done
my crimes are undone
must i always conflate
“unattainable” and “one”?
but this time
it’s different –
heart so frequently stiffened
that it’s now petrified
thus suspended as dust;
the never-touched rust
of an unridden bike –
and so, if you like,
i will just play along
to another Sanger song
perhaps i’m tired, or sappy
or too lonely at night –
but i know now i’d rather
be happy
than right.