The things we say to one another:
to make them mean something.
I could tell you that I love you,
even though we've never
really met. You could
tell me that you're dying
and it scares you.
We could talk about the rise and fall
of injection-moulded empires,
the rise and fall of your
mother's chest, as she
took her last breath.
We could vow to behead tyrants together.
We could promise
that we'd never fall victim
to that same sickness. We could
compare our hurts and find a
in our mutual pain. We
could try to share our loneliness,
and maybe the world
would be less lonely.
Or at least we could
like you're a person
and I'm a person, like we're both
made of the same
beautiful, doomed matter,
by social convention and
we could say something worth saying.
Instead: plastic bag tax, The Match,
weight loss and where to buy
the best factory-seconds shoes,
the televised finals of something or other,
the rising cost of corned beef, the
obligatory conversation piece
about the weather.
Can't we talk
just a little bit
bigger than this?
Video version available here: > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebHYpkKzZok
From my Kindle Collection, "Gulag 101", available here: > tinyurl.com/amz-g101