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+title: Sense of it
+id: sense-of-it
+genre: verse
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    class: autocento
+...
+
+I only write poems on [the bus][] anymore.  \
+I sit far in the back to be alone.  \
+I mark black things on white things in a black thing.  \
+I try to make sense of it.
+
+Every time I see a plastic bag in the wind I think: \
+[This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.][]  \
+Most of my life I relate to something on the TV: \
+This is how I try to make sense of it.
+
+The Talking Heads song ["Stop Making Sense"][stop] \
+is about a girlfriend caught cheating and willed oblivion.  \
+The song's real title is "Girlfriend is Better" \
+but [lying][] about it is a way I try to make sense of it.
+
+The day after I lost her I found you again.  \
+Your face made a plastic bag of my heart.  \
+Your eyes were [the wind][] pushing the bus forward.  \
+I couldn't make sense of it.
+
+[stop]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9r7X3f2gFz4
+[This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qssvnjj5Moo
+[the wind]: cold-wind.html
+[lying]: the-night-we-met.html
+[the bus]: stagnant.html