Cover To Cover

Knowing

erin

How do you know?
What to do?
What to pick?

I don’t know.


I used to not.
To scream, kick, and cry
over the smallest things
I grew up, got better
paved over

But never past


So make a list
break it down
weigh, line by line
and tally your sums
How do you value two futures?
Unknowable

So talk it over
You lovely friends!
What do they know?
The world? maybe.
You?
They know for them, but for you?
Unknowable

So check your gut
Maybe she knows
Sometimes she does.
Why? How?
Eternally unsatisfying
I need to know
But she’s
unknowable

It’s always either clean, obvious, trivial
Or completely unknowable.
I want to scream, kick, cry
some times
But I grew up.
So I pick, I do
either with ease,
or at random

Because it doesn’t matter.



But when it really, truly does?


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