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title: Sense of it
genre: verse
id: sense-of-it
toc: "Sense of it"
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
class: autocento
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| 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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