14/30: THE FRUIT OF GRIEF
by Zachary Caballero
What do we want?
More certainty!
When do we want it?
I don’t know!
Tomorrow!
Maybe!
And the days
Parade
Forth.
The Unknown
Unceremonious.
Want is a seashell pretending to be the ocean.
That’s why Van Gogh cut off his ear.
Where’s the rationale for rejection?
How do you measure the value
of something lost?
Benefit of the doubt is a stupid phrase.
Nobody benefits from doubt.
Not in this country.
Belief only
Please.
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