Friday, January 27, 2017.
Watching faces of people as they talk talk talk
I am at a distance
Always from a distance
At such animations which tell me nothing
Always I am pretending to understand
While I guess
And because I am female
I have always known
That THEY matter
So I have never stopped the struggle
The hopeless effortful struggle
Because there is no sense there
Why have I always believed
That people DO make sense?
It occurs to me
Maybe people don’t know what they think, feel, need
What they ask for
Maybe everyone participates in this not-knowing dance
Because they must
Because if everyone participates in this confusion
It means we are all safe?
But maybe they all know
What they are talking about.
I think by nature and design
I need to