the sun is double-parked over india
and you’ve forgotten everything
why should you feel this life
the moon is blue in the scheme of things
and you’ve forgotten everything
why should you feel this life
the precious stones you grind to dust
why should you feel this life
if you can’t forgive yourself for what you love and
why should you feel this life
when you rage from the depths of your weakness and
why should you feel this life
when you bite your tongue to tame hot thoughts and
why should you feel this life
miracles stretch their arms around you
and you’ve forgotten everything
There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual. (Gertrude Stein)