I said, tie me up, tether me to something.
I want to show the universe I’m ok

with being stuck. I craved severe stasis. 
Why did everything have to be so dark,

so intense with me? True stasis is contrary
to our nature, contrary to everything,

she told me, and I rolled my eyes,
and I went to the home improvement store,

and I bought some rope, and I presented it
to her like it was a necklace of real pearls,

the kind that pass the teeth test grittily,
and she took it and bound me to a chair.

I’ve always preferred the Jeff Buckley
cover of our song to the Cohen original. 

It’s partly the way he sighs at the beginning
of it, like someone who woke up in a meadow

from a dream of drowning in the lake, 
the leeches at once swooping doves.