All the Songs I Can’t
Write
I make a list of everything I’m
reading to make things better.
The secret of my sorrows
called me yesterday to ask me
why he is all alone.
I couldn’t
answer, but I got over that as
well.
The great sex of a heated
discussion can feel like
defeat. Often, when I
see or hear the word
‘defeat’, I can hear
my father saying
defeat of deduct
goes over defense
before detail. So
now I don’t feel sick
or hungover, even though
the secret of my sorrows
just dissed me again online,
even though Jerry says his
wife doesn’t get good medical
benefits where they’re sending
me tomorrow. Nor a
good
retirement plan?
Whatever.
I would still say that I had
a fairly wholesome weekend.
