Nice Things

I do not want what I want.

ROBERT CREELEY

For Jennifer O'Neill

Morning breaks in the photograph

Of her gentle position

Changing every edge

That the smooth lights enclose

In the dream of the dark

Universe pushing up through the weeds.

The five faces of the Arnel girl

Interrupt the fact that there was

Ever a hatred stronger than grace,

To be hurt, trapped

With such divided attention

Light does not show

A surface in which to turn

Around in the direction of her thoughts.