Tear-Like Passivity Poem by Uriah Hamilton

When she insulted me
broken side street
in the snow,
I was already out of love,
not only with her,
but with all the soul joy
I've ever known in the past.

She said she was only joking:
I wasn't hurt or bothered,
but I wasn't looking for sex,
friendship, or anything else,
so I acted like I was.

I've gone long periods
free of human touch,
I'm not distraught
or looking for a fix,
I can play the desert monk
for as long as it takes.

Whatever feelings remain,
I'll write them in a poem
on a rock like Han-Shan
and live my life
in the disillusioned rain
of tear-like passivity.