src/sense-of-it.txt


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---
title: Sense of it
genre: verse

project:
    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
    css: 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