A Kind of Lecture on a Dull Day When There Isn’t Even a Wasp Around to Kill
don’t kid yourself:
something kills them all—
finally it becomes a matter of
dying of one thing or
the other—
cancer, a new car, sex, warm
art, poetry, ballet dancing, boxing,
a hardware store, smoking grass, peeking
out of windows or
wiping the ass with
cheap toilet
paper.
when Christ began
he had the cross in mind
all along.
if I came down off this one
here
it would only be to find a
better one.
meanwhile, sitting with a drink in hand
I know, of course,
what it’s all
about, come to the point,
dismiss it, forget it,
hand to mouth,
I kid myself a
little.
Ernest Miller Hemingway
© Copyright: Ольга Якушкина, 2020
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