Friday, May 17, 2024


Do you see 
how there's always 
a veil over things— 

a protective film 
on the touchscreen;

a haze of steam 
on our feelings;
a windshield 

between the joyriding 
brain and the landscape 
of reality?

Try as we might to believe
in our memory

and cry out 
to our contemporaries 
that we understand their pain,

the truth is 
we don't so much 
"state the case"

as pray; 
the truth is

what the truth is 
makes as much sense 

as recounting 
last night's dream 
in the stark light of day.