Thanksgiving Elegy

We exist in a culture that

is all about showing you

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everything you can’t

have, can never

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afford.  Luxury of comfort

is systematically withheld

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from you by those who have

too much to understand a thing

about reality.  Too much

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value has been placed on the things

we elect to represent our ideas

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of beauty, justice, comfortable

peace of denial.  So we forget that

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we all, like roses (as indifferent as

ever), are most beautiful

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while preparing to die.  This moment

arrives, joyfully find the warmth of skin

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so you can forget about all

~~~     ~          ~that shit you just bought.

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So It Seems

The mind forgets itself,

so big strange thoughts move in

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and out.  You tell your wife you don’t

believe she ever wanted to be your wife.

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Maybe, she just never wanted

to be a wife.  She just wanted

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you.  Over the years, it seems you no longer

wanted her, but still loved a wife.  Neither of you

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reach out to the body right next to you.  Affection is

a complicated animal making it all a broken

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state of affairs.  You never became what you wanted

to become.  She forgot that  she kept forgetting

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who she was for so long, and once she remembered

you already didn’t like her.