Here’s a kind of grim poem written in my favorite venue–the New York City subway system. It’s not about the subway system; I was actually thinking of Marthe Jocelyn’s book Scribbling Women, and Sei Shonagon of Imperial Japan who wrote The Pillow Book, which includes compendiums of insightful and charming lists. I’m not sure what I wrote qualifies, but the list idea did help me come up with the draft poem of the day. (Note that the numbers are part of the poem.)
Some Things For Which There is No Compensation
- Not feeling loved.
- Or loved enough.
- One’s own cruelty.
- Burial.
- Cremation.
- Flowers in any of those circumstances.
- No flowers.
- Loss of memory/memories.
- Of one’s own.
- Or others.
- Worse, neglect of them: (a) memories, (b) others, (c) flowers.
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