let's be unidentified
Let's be a banana-nutella crepe together. Let's be one! Let's be sweet.
Let's be unfinished, and let's be unidentified. Let's be strange things you find on the sidewalk.
And no matter what SUVs come to crush us, in their richness and infinite ambition, we will be richer for our indecipherable scripts, to scowl at their poor parking as well as our own.
We know how to identify badness as it is permeate, in others and in our selves. We know how to speak in clearer tongues, but we do not always try.
Knowing that trying is all we can do, how can we try our best? How can we want to, when it's so easy to be so effortless?
Let's be delicious, in as much as we can manage, so that everyone will want us around. So that everyone will drive us around! Always chauffeuring our canopies in carpool.
Let's eat delicious things, and remember them together. Let's finish what we start, because we started and because we'd like to be done.
If I could be as great as the me that you in your head have imagined, then I would be an amazon, standing on top of buildings. But also, the me that you have imagined is not much for climbing towers, except where it stands me up in the attic, to fall through the moldy floors.
I once had been among ivory, in castles. I once had issued from a hateful stage.
And if you were as perfect as the princess I've imagined, which you are because that's where I got you from, then you would have every favor afforded to you because you knew how to ask and you figured it right. You'd be the most brilliant of all. You'd be easy, and beautiful fun.
(Once said, of cozy gamers: easy nice.)
You can be everything, to me; if I had a million dollars, I'd employ you. I'd support you. I'd adore you.
And you'd probably tolerate to be admired by me.
So which is the banana, and which the nutella? I think it's an easy answer. But I think we taste different, also, alone. I think that we like to be together.
Let's be together. Let's be us against the world.
Let's hold hands in the backseat, with lovers.