Winter Journal
Is it ok to let go —
to give up on trying
to capture or be true
to life as it is lived
in all its mundane
particularity?
Pajama bottoms
and the non-stick
frying pan full of cold
salad over which I type
this on my cellphone
in a room full of personal
effects like set-pieces
that make up what is
actual within the reality
staged on-screen.
And why do we think
mundane, if not to
betray how resentful
we are because
everything around us
will not come with
nor keep us in place?
After all, understand how
to forget is to forget
one thing two
at a time.