here are the things that i know:
the himalayas are still growing up,
and sharks don't actually kill
that many people per year.i know that vodka tastes
better than disappointment,
and you look like heartbreak
when you're walking away.i also know that
we're killing off the rainforests
and we're running out of money;
and that this one time,
a roman emperor loved a man so much
he raised him to be a god.what i don't know
could make a million more poems
but here is the shortlist;i don't know
if the stars get lonely or if
angels have to take their shoes off in heaven.
and i don't know
if antinous even wanted to be a god.(i don't know if your bones ache
the way mine do
when i do not have you near.and i don't know
if i want to know either.)
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