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Honey I never knew
you were
this big of a fool-
you see,
it isn’t smart to let
somebody else
be in charge
of your livery
Honey I never knew
you were
this big of a fool-
you see,
it isn’t wise to let
your guard be down
around someone
like me
Honey I never knew
you were
this big of a fool
for me-
but now that I know
let’s give it a go-
all kinds of
tomfoolery.
I cannot apologize for my childhood,
for I wasn’t always there.
In all these hundreds of days
I’ve never gone back.
The way we learn to be
is not
the way we’d ever choose
and so
I was
a wrecked flower
from the start.
I cannot apologize for the pathways
stealthily formed
in fragile matter
or the horrors I kept in
by spreading out
I only know for sure
that
the way we try to love
is not
a thing we can control
and so,
fruitfully or not,
I tried.
You and I
raising two healthy felines, if snippy,
contributing to the methane surplus,
dance-breaking the pain of consciousness,
waiting out the world to end, inevitably,
pulling white hairs and using a
grocery delivery service
are exactly right.
We were born in a world
that promised us love,
that preached us backyard summers,
that taught us the value of honest work
We were born in a world
that fed us cinema,
that baited us with dreams it spun,
that led us to the brink and let us go
Come to find,
love’s a scheme we can’t afford
Come to find,
our honest work is not enough
Come to find,
we don’t deserve the things
we selfishly assumed
that we had every right
to desire
And so we are a generation spoiled by
ideology that we did not approve;
now we are a congregation ruled by
technology that we did not invent
Yet we’re the ones who have to fix the system,
the honest work for which they trained us up-
and we don’t have
any lifeblood
to spare.
You had that
smash tea kettle
you were
always breaking pieces off
and handing them to me
I strung them together
those pieces
I wore your
smash tea kettle pieces
round my neck
I loved it more
than any diamond
ever saw
I kept a piece
of your smash tea kettle
in my heart
it was the sharpness
that finally
cut me loose
How silly to think that
getting to the paper first
has anything to do with
how long you will keep it
and
how silly to think that
a paper
has anything to do with
love.
Happy living
you Macy’s catalogs
there’s never any room
at your tables
you can’t see
out your windows
you’ve never burned a thing
and your sons come home
and you’re happy
in spite
of all that
