Remembering Gertrude Stein When I Get Too Carried Away
Sometimes I confuse myself
in the overuse of metaphors,
like the way I describe
the way I feel
by describing the world
and then I forget
what the object is.
And then I remember
that there’s really
no reason to understand
anything that isn’t going on,
like if the rain feels like rain,
it’s rain,
and if the rain
feels like blood and urine...
it’s still rain,
and the thing that feels
like tainted fluids
is me,
me and nothing else.
