EVERYTHING IS UNLIKELY
Everything is unlikely. Look at going to the bathroom. That’s unlikely. And you do it so often. At least four times a day. And sometimes at night too. Sleeping is unlikely. You just conk out. Imagine if you were looking at yourself all those hours. You, hardly daring to breathe, looking at yourself, a great inert heap, hardly breathing, in the dark, and every now & again a gigantic snort. You just get slung down into a pit of sleep. Like those bodies in Pompeii. Then in the morning try to make the pieces flow again. Eating is very unlikely. When it comes down to it—what is it but opening your mouth & putting food in? It’s not called a cake-hole for nothing. Mysterious chute. My whole life is unlikely. What is America? Why am I here? What happened to the other country? Where did my sisters’ houses go? Why am I here—in this house—in this world—which also holds a man screaming as other men saw at his neck with an inadequate knife.
Everything is unlikely. Look at going to the bathroom. That’s unlikely. And you do it so often. At least four times a day. And sometimes at night too. Sleeping is unlikely. You just conk out. Imagine if you were looking at yourself all those hours. You, hardly daring to breathe, looking at yourself, a great inert heap, hardly breathing, in the dark, and every now & again a gigantic snort. You just get slung down into a pit of sleep. Like those bodies in Pompeii. Then in the morning try to make the pieces flow again. Eating is very unlikely. When it comes down to it—what is it but opening your mouth & putting food in? It’s not called a cake-hole for nothing. Mysterious chute. My whole life is unlikely. What is America? Why am I here? What happened to the other country? Where did my sisters’ houses go? Why am I here—in this house—in this world—which also holds a man screaming as other men saw at his neck with an inadequate knife.
2 comments:
I think about this kind of stuff a lot. Side-effect of writing too much poetry, I guess.
Mairead, this caused me to laugh out loud. I've been signed on to WOM-PO since the beginning of the year and haven't laughed even once at the posts. Then someone referred me back to your blog -- which I have visited before -- and here I am laughing at your wit.
Ann Bogle
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