talking politics,
we shall talk
of rapacity—
flagging for review
the self-
centeredness of desire;
by way of proxy
for the future,
we will talk about
the weather—
a climate
deteriorating more
quickly than expected.
Instead
of the treasure-trove
of pattern recognition,
we will joke
about our love—
then fall silent, praising
no one present.
Do we really intend, then,
to raze the world
in order to spare
a pleasant moment?
What is it
we're trying
so hard
to get rid of?
