never a how or why
by Pearl Pirie
Rumi said, The china doll in us, at some point, will no longer break.
presumably, we will be powder for the horn to make magical healing,
placebo dust for every which wind-up. because us being crushed
will make everything all better, yeh? were Rumi’s shoulders the first
to load that hooey brick, or some well-intentioned translator?
monologues ignore their audiences. do you feel ignored? sit, have a tea.
I’m thinking of you and trying to be risqué . I suspect you of making
sow-ear purses by night from all those pigs your parents killed
and blamed you for. because children’s tears look like a satire
of parent’s own grief and by cutting themselves thru you, release.
within all the pain that they called virtue, you learned well
the language of the crib. and because you walked with it, think
it’s good company. nobody really cares so go ahead, entertain
yourself. but ask nothing of me. Noguchi or Pound. which are you?
a what-knot of knowledge: this book is copiously researched. up for it?
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