Monday, February 11, 2013

Trying to Teach an Expert on Not-Knowledge

She asks how I am, and that's easy–
I am because gametes meet,
But that's not what she means.
She means “what am I feeling?”
But that's easy too–pain, because my back isn't healing,
But that's not what she means, either.
She means feelings in my head,
But none are there.
I'm just curious why the gods saw fit
To make men out of paper-mache.

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