For her, I would do anything.
I would not hesitate
to feel the frosty air
punish me
as I climbed
Everest
and shifted it
to the East
pebble by pebble.
For her, I would do anything.
I would instantly embark
toward Atlantis
without a compass
or raft
or socks,
and search
eternally
for a myth.
For her, I would do anything.
I would sit across
from Satan,
amid his sour
sulfurous breath,
trying to negotiate
with my own
soul
on the table.
For her, I would do anything.
But she did not ask me
To grab hold
To embark
To negotiate.
She asked me
To let go
To stay still
To be quiet.
For her, I would do anything.
But all that she wants from me
is nothing.
