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I’m not sure
why you
talk to me
praise me
or really
like me at all.
Maybe you see
the universe
swirling and churning inside me
Like I do
in you.

Or, maybe it’s
just one of those
unexplainable human ideas
that some people
are meant for others.

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The Hypocrisy of Information

We demand
to have our government documents
visible and available
and insist they be in reach
for whenever we wish
to call upon them.

So every Thursday
I hike back through the shelves
of decomposing brown books
that no one can throw away
Reading their titles as I pass.

“House Documents Vol. 82
Water Supply and Irrigation Papers 173-178”
or
“Senate Executive Documents Vol. 3
Tariffs of the American Publics Part 4”

I hide back here
protected by the wall of government information
that we demand to have
knowing I can get all of my homework done
uninterrupted.

List

Sometimes
my life can be
condensed
into one list
Of what needs to be done.

Laundry
Homework
Running
And
Buying Coffee
of course
Those will all
get checked off.

But those things that work
and worm
their way
into my daily life
That are
bigger than a day
bigger than this week
bigger than me
Refuse to be finished.

Not because they aren’t taken care of
But because they aren’t the kind of things that can be done or solved
Because they aren’t the kinds of things to stop
Because life is ongoing, and so are these important things
that
I can’t
check off.