What Are

What are

everything and the Holy

Apple green or those fruits that

Look like limes with brilliant orange insides

What are

The thrill of the files long lost

And how little it hurts

These days

What is that

way they react

Like I just lost my mother

Or my lover

My Father, my Brother

or My Cat

I lose things often and

My hat hurt more than the

Sugar for my eyes

I still wonder though

(where do they GO?)

The only sound coming out

After long lost

Is one I've never given a listen

I like that too

The minor stab of

The man's bowl of fire

He wouldn't, though

What are

The push and the pull and the waking

Of the wheezing

The thought that I may not live another

The decision to have another

What in her

Make her fear it so little

Maybe I am too literal but

I'll miss them and It and the gift

I've been given and

The nerves and the fright

And the him and the us

(my cat)

And myself

I'll miss that too