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.