not a question

not a question 1.15.15
i hope to see the day
you discard your
old assumptions
and comfortable notions
and know me
that my only certainty
is complete uncertainty
and comprehension
of the ultimate fragility
and utter incomprehensibility
that’s not the point

i love you
is not a question
——i love you?
——or you love me?
but my own
radical truth
i do not say it
out of knowing tomorrow
but out of not knowing tonight
it is not sentimental
or accidental
i love you
is the life i have
the life i live

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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