"Catechism for November" by Tony Hogland

In the movie theater one night, you whispered,
"It is easier to watch than to live,"
and on the street outside, you thought,
"If this was a book, I would skip this part."

Remember when you opened the fortune cookie in March?
It said, "Ideology is bad for you."
Remember when you called Anabelle
"an encyclopedia of self-perpetuating pain?"

On Tuesday you said, "I'm a small wooden boat,
adrift in the space between storms,"
and on Wednesday you said, "I should go to the park more often."

Then you killed the spider with the heel of your shoe
and said, "I can't take care of all sentient beings!"

But when the girl with the pink hair brought her sniffles to class,
you found in a Kleenex in your purse for her.

This is how it happens: one at a time,
the minutes come out of the box where they were hidden;
the witty ones come out with yellow feathers;
the thick gray ones with no horizon.

But once you swore, "I want to see it all, unsentimentally."
Once you wrote in your green notebook,
"Let me start in the middle, again."
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awesome, and, appropriately i suppose, for me, from a book called narcissist lullaby, tehehe. anyways, finally got around to going thru my messages and such, ill post some stuff later.