A show on the Theme

We've really been coming to terms with this whole
mortality thing
this year

Last year I nursed a woman through her death
And read her entire life story
as told in her letters and diaries.
2000 pages.
I read it in 6 weeks.
70 years. 6 weeks.
And then I read it again.
Zzzziiiiiiipppp!
You're picking berries, then falling in love, then your husband gets cancer four or five times and continues working at a grocery store because of his health, he dies, your child has a child, then several more, your child jumps off a bridge, then you're dying for 15 years and then you're dead.

Beauty, terribleness
You only get this one life
How exquisitely, inspiringly wretched.

But for now let's also consider
that for now, it's not actually ending

Nothing is over yet
We still talking, still dancing, still waking up, still shitting in the morning
Still rescuing drowning yellowjackets out of orange juice

No need to understand the big picture
No need to write the perfect closing line
We're just continuing to work

We humble
We solo
We do that thing
Mess up that girl's schedule
Forget to return her key
oopsa
We do better next time
There are more chances.
It's not over
not
not
not
not
over

not yet.