18 June 2016

Good Bones 

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful. 

6 comments:

  1. Holy SHIT! I love that!

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  2. I wish I'd written that! Ditto to both previous comments....

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  3. That's great! (At first I was thinking Maggie Smith the actress...it must be hard to try to make your way artistically with a name that's already been taken by another towering artistic presence.)

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  4. Beauty and ugliness are merely two sides of the coin - and it's the coin that's worth something.

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  5. Thank you for this, Sabine.

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