with our minds lets be reactors,
ricochet watchers –
but with our bodies
(our voices and our hands)
lets act like movie extras waiting for a director.
this way the miracle happens sooner.
this way our murder is part
of a story –
we don’t care what part. the important thing
is someone gets to be a hero;
let’s hand the hose to a fireman.
if reason and logic mattered
we would sit in classrooms
studying socrates –
instead of memorializing
our minds with tattoos
of pop pornography.
what’s the only thing that matters?
how to be beautiful without the jealousy
we think we need to have of others.