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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
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