Perhaps we expect too much of the dead
assuming their now saintly statuses –
dooming former loved ones to watch us

The cats are restless
stirring as they do when I need
to be lost in thought
They are minions sent to keep
me from discovering my true self
sent to distract me from revealing
the mysteries in my soul

They will fail

Is all of existence a vessel of evil?
Maybe it is just me, here, now
that needs to know that evil exists
Only this can prove the presence of good
and that life is meaningful

I want to know everything

I’m worried about my dead friends
and somehow upset that others have left me
rather than just dying
At least death cannot be my fault
It is easier than accepting
that I am not always enough

8.17.2006 / 10.10.2007

10/10/2007

Author's Note: The more I edit this, the less the marker 'evil' makes sense. It helps me identify this one among the other untitled ones though. This used to be two poems; I felt like they needed to be married and I'm still not convinced it worked.

Posted on 02/19/2009
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