Revisionist Poetry – As I read this, v.2

I’m down with chosen company:
a wry one, a velvet one —
Kurt Vonnegut,
Rod McKuen.

love of others,
love of self
tangle like scarves
thrown on a chair —
intertwined, misdirected.

I’m up, for a moment,
lifted only to the wish
of clouds and the small
cold of a window.