PROSE POEM
I Don’t Know How to Unlove
Despite everything
All those past lovers
including the flame-outs, the disasters, the coulda-beens
Friends who dropped off the map or
or got rich and vanished
Employers — even, no, especially — the exploitive ones (that is, most)
Traffic noise
Weak coffee
Hunger
Frailty and fragility
Niggly health problems that persist despite everything you do
Family members who trampled over me (a tough one)
96% of politicians
Evolution, and especially natural selection
Brain fog
Science as religion
Piousness
Certainty (give me a break)
The fact that it’s so hard to get a great dessert
that’s not loaded with sugar
damn it
because it is actually possible to do
The suspicion that life is meaningless (or not, but then what?)
Fraternities, social clubs and other grandfaloons
Flies in the ointment
riddles
conundrums
impossible enigmas
No, probably everything will stay in there in that same sweet spot
But me?
Hmm . . .
Thinking
Yes. Sure, yes, absolutely. Me, too.
