It is unfair to object the way we remember
Who said what. Memories have their way
Of getting there on time. So it’s not her. It’s me.
It’s not how we outmaneuvered virtue. It’s me.
It’s not the outlaws to the psalms. It’s me.
It’s the brother falling in a parabolic path.
How much do we have to wait for a random
Phenomenon to occur, like getting sick,
Or being cured – for a while at least ?
Apparently the correct answers are :
« Not much » and « quite a lot », respectively.
I thought it was one over p, either way. But not really.
P is a tragedy, 1/p, a comedy. It’s not zero. It’s me.
Image credit : Clara-Doïna Schmelck – Church/Montrouge