She cannot love unless she hates.
She never speaks directly—she insinuates
Love, because hate is coming up from behind
As love and hate go back and forth in her mind,
An alternating current of electric power,
Loving me for a minute, hating me for an hour,
Missing me terribly for an entire day
After announcing, to me, who did no wrong, “please go away.”
I don’t blame her for this,
Being a fool for a beautiful woman and her kiss,
But I also know
The engine of opposites is how things go,
The world and the non-world are fighting it out.
In order to have faith, you must have doubt.
In order to love, there must be dreams
Of hate overcome, of overcoming everything that only seems,
Including reasons for hate and fear and doubt
Which burns visible and beautiful and will never go out.
That’s why I love her, even in her hate—
Ugly, beautiful, angry, sweet, unfortunate, lucky, here, late.