Of concequence
When I was young I was the person in the book wanting to tell my life through poems I was writing about an interesting thing, or a myth, or an atrocity, for we lived in atrocious times, but really the poem was meant to be about me. But I could never work out which myth or atrocity to choose so I wrote nothing. Nothing of concequence.
There was a time of laughter, and there was a time without. Sometimes it feels like the time of laughter is when I am without. Sometimes it feels like I have to work especially hard to try to be quick and witty when I am feeling without to be in the time of laughter.
