What does it mean
to be
a zen master.
They must possess
Spectacular
Self-soothing skills.
So poised, they say
“There, there,”
To their two
And seven
And twelve-year old selves,
Before gracefully patting their own heads.
If I have
an inner child,
It needs more convincing.
Under my Buddha
I used to store
Lists,
Oppressing the Future
with high
Expectations.
“How to heal your life,
by Erica J. Schmidt”
(My meditation partner
Met all
The criteria.
Except for his crocs
And
he’s forty-nine
And
He wants kids.)
And/or
“Dreams for love.”
This morning I took a match
To these lists
And they burned in the corner of the garden
Next to some animal’s shit.
The shit seemed too large
To belong
to a cat.
It was vaguely shaped
Like ovaries and
Fallopian tubes
And a uterus in
The way
these three things
go together.
In fact the shit also
Resembled
A penis
And
Two balls
In the way
these three things
go together.
I did not take a picture
of the shit
or of the ashes of
my lists.
The soothing effect
was less
than spectacular.
And the last thing I want to say
is,
May all beings be
As happy and free
As they
appear
On the internet.
The End.
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