2022-10-20 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
To the Person who Always Needs the Last Word at Lunch
After Matthew Olzmann
Tell me what it’s like to live without joy. To learn of soft bodies and chuckle at their ignorance, savoring the sweetness of putting yourself above, blind to the beauty of their gait, the magical movements of their mind. To laugh in the face of millions of miracles, arms outstretched to steady you To accept all the love in the world and then, To drown it in your scream.