here are the things that i know:
the himalayas are still growing up,
and sharks don't actually kill
that many people per year.
i know that vodka tastes
better than disappointment,
and you look like heartbreak
when you're walking away.
i also know that
we're killing off the rainforests
and we're running out of money;
and that this one time,
a roman emperor loved a man so much
he raised him to be a god.
what i don't know
could make a million more poems
but here is the shortlist;
i don't know
if the stars get lonely or if
angels have to take their shoes off in heaven.
and i don't know
if antinous even wanted to be a god.
(i don't know if your bones ache
the way mine do
when i do not have you near.
and i don't know
if i want to know either.)