remnants

i don't sew. i don't. so. so? so! so... sow -- oh wait, that's sow. that's differnt.

i'm feeling at loose ends. a human needs sleep. and other humans. and some food and water, to get cleaned up from time to time, and shelter. oh, and love. preferably lots and lots of it.

so why are we always shootin for soooooo much more? what IS it about gargantuanous? what is it about prosperity? what is it about keeping all your teeth? what is it about a straight back, straight nose, straight looks? and what about the leftover pieces at the end of the day? the kid who doesn't know his grammar? the bum who bums for leftovers and less? the ol' lady critchety-crotchety on her way to the store, bent sooooo far over she's looking at her own shoes all the way there? what about them?

what about scabby babies and dirty mouths and homeless hearts? what about george w. bush. what a mess he must be. what about married people who don't talk to each other? what about unmarried people who don't talk to each other? what about other people's married people who should keep what they got to themselves? what about the freaks who end up in the world's newspapers? and those who don't? what about them?

what about the scraps of food? of life? of reason? where are they all? and those scrungy folk who go diving in after? what about shitty schools and shittier attitudes and not knowing where to begin to discover the self? what about lost keys and lost minds and lost wages and the bureaucracy that designs itself to just keeponna fucking it all up for everybody? what about it? what about it? what about it? at the end of the day you better believe i got something to grab onto. i got...i got...i got lucky. i got what i need. i'll make all my pieces fit somehow, even if they're just remnants.