Late last night, my brain
woke me up from a dream
where one of my old boyfriends
was telling me how much
he loved the utterly sublime poetry
of Richard Brautigan, and my brain
said, Oh, come on now - how many
times do we have to go over this?
Just because you used to hear
people saying, "Still waters run
deep", and although it may be
perfectly true about real-world
actual rivers, it is a terrible
and lousy metaphor for people
and this is only more of your
wishful thinking anyway and besides
that one did turn out to be so very
shallow, like nothing but a muddy
little puddle and when only a
couple of days later I happened
to be walking by and the puddle
had almost dried up and there were
five or six dead earthworms on the
bottom even a couple of robins who were
looking at it were obviously thinking,
"Eeeew! Yuck! Gross!"

05/12/2019