I resolve: 

to forget all my resolutions

to stay wholly, to love merry

& when we quarrel

BABY

to bury the hatchet in the backyard.

I resolve:

to sleep, to dream

to dream widely.

I resolve:

to sleep away my dreams

to grow strangely

to dream only when it suits me.

I resolve absolutely, absurdly

so I’ve dissolved completely.

So what? Way holly unholy

stuck in the merry-make.

BABY should know:

I’m resolved to dream

& dream blindly.

Get this:

I resolve to forget

forget any country

to forget fully

to forgo any old strangeness my new arms carry

‘til the wait is weightless 

unburdened, unheavy

watch this year’s hatchet I bury

watch my old body open up at the knuckles 

watch the sweet red skin as it splits

watch them reach the real berry.

& when we quarrel, BABY, you resolve to be ready.