Untitled
I wanted to love those
I wanted to love, often
I did not want those
who loved me: it was
a disagreement with myself
as if myself was myself,
like trees which are so laden
with night they are night trees,
which they are not. Sometimes
the end is a contradiction
of the tale: the end is simply
not the end, the contradiction
of wanting the end and
not wanting it. I want you.
I no longer want. I wanted
to love those I wanted.
—Michael Burkard, Fictions from the Self (W.W. Norton & Co., 1988)
