I wondered about all the ways a bucket
Could go through the world:
Metaphorically, Emotionally, Politically, Sexually.
And I wondered about the actions of the process:
Drilling, Lulling, Hypnotizing.
Seducing, Elucidating, Revealing.
To what outcome I asked myself:
In what shape of hole or chasm
Does the bottom fall out?
Is negative space the new positive?
Does the bucket absorb the shape of the earth
And lose itself,
Once or forever?
I asked myself these questions and meditated upon the possible answers.
No I didn’t.
We were at a pool and the girl I liked was on a towel next to me,
And when I said I loved the Bob Marley song
Coming over the loudspeakers
She said she hated it.