I have made my problemsbut they, also, have made me.
When I think upon this relationship I stand at a crossroad.
Down one path lies a mellow nostalgia,
a good laugh at what a fool I was
a realization that I do not have to go that way again
Down the other one…
an incestuous and improbable relationship.
When I think too long and too hard
on the ways I have made my problems
and they have made me
I feel like a man in a science fiction movie
who boarded a time machine
and conceived his parents.