In the hopes

I have always wanted everything to matter. The fact that tonight I ate apple slices dipped in yogurt, and what I was listening to while I did. A little brown under their skin. Vanilla. (Or have I always?) This is why I struggle to write poems that are more than inventories. I have always wanted everything to matter, because it was exquisite, all of it. I have always wanted everything to be exquisite. Because it all mattered. Or it could, or it should, so I documented it. So I documented all this in the hopes that it would start to matter, or if nothing else, I would learn what it meant. Even if just to me.

5 comments:

Erin 9/04/2010 11:16 PM  

this post says something I have always felt, too. I have always wanted mattering.

Noël De Vries 9/05/2010 3:57 AM  

yes.

Holly 9/05/2010 7:25 PM  

Erin and Noel - :) my kindred spirits.

Noël De Vries 9/06/2010 7:57 AM  

especially "or if nothing else, I would learn what it meant. Even if just to me."

Afthi 9/07/2010 1:57 AM  

What Noel said.

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