NO SIMPLE EXPLANATION
Even with no knowledge of French,
I can tell this concept is not going
to be easily understood. Do not
under any circumstances tell me
to be quiet—not with this itch
inside my ear. It might be voices
or the beginning of a waterfall.
There are so many things to be
afraid of and not good enough
reason to let it all be. How much
trouble is it possible to get into?
How much money is it possible
to spend? All for nothing, an education
down the tubes and the opposite of good
is to live high on the hog throwing
caution to the winds, sighing into a future,
the future of good byes and good nights
when a blanket shreds in your hands
after fourteen years of use and your
thumb useless, embarrassingly unable
to soothe the ever present presence of doubt.
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