I’m pretty sure the purpose of formal education is to eventually figure out that you can forget most of it.
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The turkey’s all done
The turkey’s all done
my love is in the kitchen
making pies and deviled eggs
preparing the dressing
Alice’ Restaurant Massacre ringing
the dogs laid out in a post-breakfast nap
the family feast is set for later
all love and unarticulated anger
(which is the same thing)
and we find our stumbling way
towards gratitude, imagining
the burning world is a hearth
that everyone is safe and warm
their feet under a friendly table.
autumn as a verb
dead leaves on the ground, the dying
cling to tired branches
both waiting for that cold north wind
that will push us
elsewhere -- and where
is my rucksack?