{"id":600,"date":"2004-11-20T00:28:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-20T07:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/blog\/?p=600"},"modified":"2004-11-20T00:28:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-20T07:28:00","slug":"600","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/?p=600","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

the big questions<\/strong>
<\/em>
does secretly keeping an eye on me
make the hungriness go away?
does knowing about my insides<\/em>
answer all of your questions?<\/p>\n

does it quiet the noises in your head <\/em>
that keep you up at night?
or do they pounce when <\/em>you break the surface <\/em>
of <\/em>each waking repetitive day?<\/em><\/p>\n

have you ever heard the night confessing<\/em>
sharing its deathbed regrets?
does it throw a volatile little-boy tantrum <\/em>
when you ever so politely decline?<\/p>\n

would it surprise you to look inside a well
and meet a familiar pair of eyes?
will the shock of the unexpected <\/em>
make it any less of a hole in the ground?<\/em>

do you worry about all that is <\/em>lost out at sea <\/em>
hoarded in its folds so they <\/em>never return to shore? <\/em>
do you secretly believe maybe <\/em>all of those things <\/em>
are perhaps not so unlucky at all? <\/em>

<\/em>do you cry while watching the daily news<\/em>
because you never learned how to cry for yourself?<\/em>
or do you automatically fast forward all the way through <\/em>
so all that is left is the weather?<\/em><\/p>\n

can you remember the last time <\/em>the <\/em>sun<\/em>
warmed your face
without needing you to draw it into the sky<\/em>
with a child’s set of washable markers?<\/p>\n

do you really believe any answer exists <\/em>
before it has been discovered?<\/p>\n

there is nothing more desolate <\/em>
than the littered <\/em>fairgrounds <\/em>
the morning after<\/em> the anima of the passing carnival<\/em>
has been inhaled into the <\/em>tenacious clay of the night
the faint impressions <\/em>
and incomplete clues of renounced belongings
all that remain of what once may have existed
(or perhaps <\/em>
had been dreamed all along)<\/p>\n

and no good place to start making <\/em>any sense of it all
except for a beginning without a beginning
and a persistent feeling of something unresolved
that just.
won’t.
leave you alone.<\/p>\n

and then there’s that famous story about <\/em>
that magnanimous guy
who thought he could keep all his little ones safe<\/em>
if he bound them by their shoes to the earth
<\/em>
but he neglected to calculate the possibility <\/em>
that <\/em>nobody likes hanging upside down for <\/em>
damn near the entirety of their lives.<\/p>\n

and that’s where the story left off…<\/p>\n

if i told you the world would end today
would it be enough to move you to find me?
or is it never the time to seize the courage <\/em>
to just ask the questions <\/em>
you don’t really want<\/em> to have <\/em>answered? <\/em><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

(well if you want to know
i <\/em>could tell you now
but you’re just gonna call me a liar)<\/em>
<\/em><\/p>\n

it’s gravity, baby.<\/p>\n

the answer to all questions.<\/p>\n

there’s nothing here but
<\/em>plain
old
<\/em>simple
gravity.<\/em> <\/p>\n

and whole lotta old folks
waxing nostalgia
languidly rocking in homemade<\/em> porch swings
that never seem to figure out how to stop creaking.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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