If I were an Aristotelian, girl,
you would be my telos.
And if I were a Neo-Platonist,
you would be the One.
If I were a rationalist,
you would be my ergo and I
would be your subject.
If I were an idealist, well,
you’re already phenomenal.
If I were a Marxist,
you would be my utopia.
Life’s dialectic; let’s
work it out.
If I were an existentialist, girl,
you would be my nausea, my sickness
unto death. My negation would be willed
by you and I would despair you, affirm you, and die
And if I were a feminist, well,
clearly that’s necessary.
Yet I am but a poor Gentile idolater and we