Dichotomies

If I learned anything from my lit theory class,

and I can’t say for certain that I did,

 

it was the deconstructive theory of dichotomies,

that black and white system of opposites,

 

and I learned that humans can’t fit into it.

We cannot be forged to fit such a frozen frame,

 

for we are creatures of desire, kite flyers

dwelling in the midnights of blue summer stars.

 

When I stumble into my room at two a.m.

with wet boxers and lipstick stained hips,

 

I’m walking through suburban garage sales

in June, coffee in one hand and you on the other.

 

We aren’t doers, but we’re dreamers,

and I’ll be damned if we don’t look for gardens

 

in the flames of that one last cigarette we shared

on the front stoop last night, when you were

 

saying something about astronauts, the way

they tumble through deep oceanic infinities.