LXXXVII.

might have to think about it tonight
might have to talk about it tonight
might have to reflect on it tonight
might have to process it tonight

so strange, that the verdicts in my head
are impossible to verbalize
so strange, that these constant conversations
call attention to my silence

so strange, i muse
so strange, i reply
it's strange that a heart that's ___ with pain
can find another heart and mirror the same
so strange to hear a soundtrack of suffering
performed by the soldier whose ears are ringing
circled by singing of faces who know the words, your words
sold for a twenty at the local record store

so strange, olympians bend into pretzel twists
so strange, to call it more impressive than this
a woman walks her lab down mckinney ave
with bluetooth headphones and european clothing brands
listening to a soundtrack of suffering

so strange, that a heart chases after another heart
that's chasing another heart that's chasing another
so strange, that love comes from those
who call themselves loveless
so strange, that we call any of this strange
in a world where a heart chases after another heart
that's chasing another
and wakes up to begin another day
in this strange world