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Monday, September 15, 2014

Nice Dream

I have never been to Europe.
When I was ten, I knew who would be Saved
and who would go to hell. And I told them.
I told them all the truth, hard but honest,
because I had the answers to all the important questions.

When I was in high school I knew a girl who pronounced oregano like the state
But the way that people from Oregon hate to hear it said
Ore-a-gone o.
I knew who was going to heaven
and I knew who was going to hell
and I could damn well pronounce spices and I
knew all the words to Wonderwall.

I have slept with one man.
My parents always told me that it was good to wait,
it was something that you saved for your spouse,
like how you save all your birthday money for something really good,
and they said that something will love you forever and you won't have anything to compare to,
and so it'll be great, because you won't know better.
I have slept with one man,
and I'm glad for it,
but I don't think ignorance should remain a positive,
and sex no longer makes me afraid.

I have never been to Europe.
I don't know about heaven or hell.
I question myself every time I pronounce cumin and anise.
I know all the words to Wonderwall.
If you wanted the answers
to all the hard questions,
I'd suggest you consider Google before you consider me.

I have more doubt than certainty,
I have to count points because I don't trust myself around chocolate,
I have a son who looks at me and asks “What's that?” and I know that
one day I won't have the answer for him
and he'll know.