Words we’ve spoken to our parents that we would take back. That we wouldn’t. The blue pen that exploded. What bees wear at night when they want to feel sexy. The math of Halley’s Comet. A miracle but we just couldn’t accept, no no, that’s far too much, you’re too kind, no. Jasmine tea. Property tax. War but they see our hands are already full of it. So. The notion that if we mourned every single person killed just today. Learned the name & wept the name. If we had the body. To grieve every body. They bring it to our doorstep.
