shriveled
but elaborate,
caning her way through this
noisy supermarket;
removing every egg carton,
groping all the fruit;
despondent
yet expectant in each instant
to endure;
focused on pleasure
as abstraction, not sensation;
uncertain and determined
in profoundly
equal measure—
this is just to say,
you and I are too alike:
every day, we're surprised
to find ourselves
still alive
on this magic-tinged
slice of our
fascinating world;
and yet, we still oftentimes
relish being silent,
horde
our disappointment, savor
being bored.
