I want to visit my friend
I want to drive there in a car
I know how much you hate my
vanity even though it may be
sweetest and gentlest of the
seven deadly sins:
At heart a venial sin
Only its skin touched by hubris
A tip like the heel of Achilles
While hubris full-blown
Hates with a dagger
Danger unseen and
Those who carry it
Secreted in their cloaks
Cannot view their own venal selves
So please let me visit her
How am I saying this
What do I want
I never saw your
Subtle help that consumed
Agency, the freedom I sought
I loved you as never before
Now I am as before