Everybody wants everything.

This is a given.

We want the collective “we”

and the infinitive I.

We want our better motives codified

and our worst offenses anthologized.

We want to simply ooze

essential faith.

We want to be lucid when we’re invisible,

delicious even when overcooked.

We want to love,

absolutely love,

the extravagant multitude

of complications

of everything (everything, everything.)

we admire, crave,

or could never hope

to understand.

- (sic)  and i forget