this morning, the honey is inching slowly
I look away and when I look back
it is on the precipice, there
I reach out my spoon - still
I must wait longer
what would it be like to live days
thinking not do I have covid? but I
do not have covid
the banana is already ripe
I looked away and time overtook it
I wrestle with myself - should I eat the
less ripe half now and enjoy it?
or eat the spoiled half today knowing tomorrow
the other will be the same
like the beatles in their studio themselves
and not themselves, together and not together,
playing and being serious, cigarettes and tea
inspiring a generation of misspellings
already I wonder how I will be perceived
already I try to angle myself: I am smarter than you
like realizing the similarity between my second grade teacher
and a friend I made in college - how despite distance, time, situation,
they are the same, their humor, their voice, their motherly ambition (my motherly ambition)
what would it mean to have faith
to believe in one and infinity?
even knocked out flat crying in a headscarf in my dream
the truth: it's called faith for a reason
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