Poem-A-Day: Day 591

In This World

The uncommon
has all but left a bitter taste
and understanding
has become unconscionable
in this world.

I’d give it up
if there were some gift bag,
some consolation
that would provide brevity
or feverish joy.

But it’s all garbage,
and I’ve known it forever.
I know nothing
and it’s an acceptable loss
in this world.