how could I ever be so sad?
when, in this my only and best of all possible worlds,
there are things like sunsets and rises
and blown glass and kissing cherries
and hyacinths and vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting and sprinkles
and fish that glimmer like treasure and bright green-blue eyes
and you and I here in the light?
how could I ever be so happy?
when in this, my only chance at a world
there are things like stillborn babies and lynchings
and women who are too scared to walk home after dark
and parallel lines that live their whole lives beside one another, never to cross
and multiple sclerosis and machine guns
and you and I alone in the dark?