it’s true we make meaning
to suit our needs. check the record.
when a fat ass rat ran into the NYPD
precinct on 122nd St, i thought i understood
the scene. i make an omelet for my girl
& she never sees the pig that dies for the ham.
we smile when we eat the omelet & it’s easy
to ignore the squeals of dead pigs. the eggshells
in the trash. the plastic floating on the sea.
plastic bags caught on tree branches. are they ghosts?