How to Feel
This poem is not about
the exigencies of life
the crushing passions of it
the unbridled race to its end.
Its not about the opium den
in My Tho' where we sought
to numb the numbing fears
of war amid clouds of sweet
smoke and vacant eyes.
Its not about Big Man
who pushed his shopping cart
and slept on the ramp of the Dim Sum
restaurant for years, years,
until he disappeared one day
and never found his way home.
Its not about Brenda who
dedicated herself to career
and put off childbirth until the last moment
before breast cancer took her,
and left the child, lost.
This poem is not about the past
or the future.
It's about how to feel...
now.
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