Possessed

While everyone waits for me to provide my own keen insights about Possession, that wonderful book, here is a poem I once wrote for Lucy:

Return To Sender

What if desire arrived in packets
like Christmas presents,

bubble wrapped, Registered
with signatures and honest origin?

I'm sick of seeking after mystery
first cupped in my hands

then pulsing through veins--
it leaves no address.

Give it a Zip Code,
its own post mark:

fill arms with useless roses
and tell it where to go.