PUT THIS ROSE BEHIND YOUR EAR; THORNY by Jamison Crabtree
Dance the St. Vitus. Put, she, her hair up
and then dropt
down. Explosion, then stardust. Light bulbs lit
by sunset. Kisst, then
after, met. Glorious, to upset the small order of things.
Mistake the heart as inherently whole,
and you’ll waste your life trying to restore it. Instead,
assume the heart
starts out broken;
you can spend a life making more and more of the pieces fit.
Some days, you have an overwhelming need to listen to “melancholy classical” on Spotify. Then you eventually pass an office window and are surprised to see the sun is out. And that surprise ultimately turns to gratitude when you need to take a walk for the sake of your sanity.
husband: The problem isn’t the subject, it’s the execution.
me: That’s exactly how I feel about the French Revolution.
In the final analysis, then, perhaps the Muppets don’t have many religious adherents and don’t openly practice religion because they’re Muppets — beings who already and without ritual or dogma understand how to exist in accord with the cosmos.
We strive for the heights but our natures betray us, Chamcha thought; clowns in search of crowns.