title in progress

she's a workaholic
"what did you do
today?" she asks me
she sees the world in terms of accomplishments
and conquered goals. but
this isn't what i think life is made of
life is about waking up and trying to make sense
the most senseless thing you could imagine. let's see
what happens when you take molecules
and shoot some electricity through them
and suddenly they animate
and we have hair and bladders and nipples
kept under shirts
and zaps and neurotransmitters make jealousy
and hate and joy and candle light with red wine just so
fucking sexy.
the little photons come down so we all go to work
and garbage trucks beep and take our
shit off the street and out of sight
while the neighbors dog squats
right in front his porch and
he didn't even mean anything by it.
the dog just needed to defecate.
and rationalize it down to atoms
hell make it protons or even less
but the truth is at the end of the day we
still want to wrap ourselves around other atoms
and it's all phagocytosis it seems.
I've always wondered if I've ever eaten a particle
of something that used to be a particle of mine.
If i ever do,
i hope i know about it so i can tell that turnip
or steak or strand of a lovers hair that
i accidentally cooked into Alfredo that i win
and you can't take that part of me.
so i guess what i did today
well i wrote you a poem mother
isn't it lovely?

revised 2/9/08