a poetry of Action! Yeah! I
felt alone, pathetic
and unoriginal as
khaki, minivan, or a psychologist quoting Rumi. The
lines were clearly marked. Nothing was
different. A girl wearing size 0 box blond asked
meaningless questions. I
gave answers like: maybe YOU should try it, I don’t know and huh…not once did
I say you know…you’re boring. Things
got worse. I
watched my husband salt his
dinner for 10 seconds straight. Hillary
and Barack ran for president. People
talked about caring again. And that they care. And
if only people cared more. Then the world… Bullshit.
Bullshit is the new Truth. Meanwhile, two
house cats sat across the room debating the
origin of species.Enough
navel-gazing!…this is
