(Do Not) Come Home *

I would not care to be a pretty girl.
To have everything you think you want
binds you to your own myopic fallibility,
denies you invention borne of necessity.

Unless we are all stubborn and
must get everything we think we want
to reveal the intrinsic fallacy
of inherited desire
in which case the pretty girl
(who most rapidly exhausts
her false yearnings)
races ahead of those who have yet
to learn that what they want knows nothing
of what will make them happy.

Desire a beastly tyrant --
and the pretty girl
who slips her chains
a few lives closer
to unberdening's enlightenment, nirvana.

I will invite you home only
if you promise to say no.

* Very much a work in progress