when you came home
with the giant brass
industrial art piece that had no
smooth edges to hang on the wall
at the top of the stairs,
that I in fact was afraid would cut me,
I knew you were a libertarian
but I had the grace to not even
ask how much it cost.
I had bought us an entire chocolate
cake using food stamps
so I cannot judge and I
have learned
life is meaningless.

the third is ennui.
you become overcome
with a sudden fatigue.
almost as if you are floating
but not as happy or light
as that. like you’re being
controlled by a beam.
it’s more terrifying the
grip this new surrender has.
your arched back,
your upward gaze,
some kind of nothing
and the laughter is so 

deep and directed
at you.

“ennui”