When researching oneself
there is no directory of events
from which to systematically select;
there is no random
survey of life
things rise
like cream
reasons unseen
who was in the room
the time of day, the ray of light
the unisolatable way we’re hurt
is rarely convenient

We are not malls of personalities
sequestered on a clipboard
conveniently differentiated
by colors of tees
we are one
wardrobe
to change
is a challenge
let alone
stratify happenstances.
It would be to know
all the people you were
on the corridor
of your life
that had no walls
or classroom numbers.

What can we do—but digress—
study if your relationship is failing
by studying what feels bad
(you want people who are into cock-fighting
go to a cock fight).

The legitimacy of a sample
depends on what you look for.
Remember,
if there is a plateau,
it must involve time.
Adore your square of land;
learn to accept
yourself.