Knowing

How do you know?

What to do?

What to pick?

I don’t know.

I used to not.

To scream, kick, and cry

over the smallest things

I grew up, got better

paved over

But never past

Make a list

break it down

weigh, line by line

tally your sums

How do you value two futures?

Unknowable

Talk it over

You lovely friends!

What do they know?

The world?

You?

They know for them, but for you?

Unknowable

Your gut
Maybe she knows
Sometimes she does.
Why? How?
Eternally unsatisfying
I need to know
But she’s unknowable

It’s always either clean, obvious, trivial

Or unknowable.

I want to scream, kick, cry

most times

But I grew up.

So I pick, I do

at random

Because it doesn’t matter.

But when it really, truly does?

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