ModestlyMousy

xvii. i want to write about how this world of absolute truth, knowledge, and solid food— that which we hold high between two fingers is always full of watery applesauce and little white half-truths. and about how utterly strange it is that all the simple things that people write about on pages are, in reality, very few and far between. xvi. and i want to write about how there is peace and war and poverty and treasure and cruelty and sometimes, sometimes, small and important moments of grace. xv. i want to write a poem about why the hell i'm wasting my time writing poems when i could maybe actually be doing something produ