The Randomness of Everything
07/20/08
I’ve written all my life
and doctors don’t know what to make out of me
and I’ve wondered:
I’ve written books
collections over almost thirty years of writing
love,
rape,
death,
sexism,
violence in America
and I’ve wondered,
if, say, a hundred years from now,
if someone saw these books,
what would they think?
that I was a troubled soul?
that I was obsessed with talking about my problems?
or would they think
that I talked about so many
random, different things
that they wouldn’t know
how to put the pieces together?
well, I don’t know if anybody
could figure that out
not even a trained professional.
not even me.


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