Sweet world, you think, with no place for the tragic
Ordinary Heartbreaks by Michael C. Blumenthal
To think that we could have had an ordinary family life with its bickering, broken hearts and divorce suits! There are people in the world so crazy as not to realize that this is normal human existence of the kind everybody should aim at. What we wouldn’t have given for such ordinary heartbreaks! - Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope
The day dawns, and what to do with your one body?
At the door, there are no police.
You are of no great danger
to the tribe you live among.
Every crime language can commit
has already been licensed
toward some greater profit.
You look for a place for your rage,
the guile and pucker of it,
and only the faces of those you sleep with
are able to move you. Sweet world,
you think, with no place for the tragic
but your own house. So you make a mess
wherever mess allows. Suddenly,
a loud rapping on the door rouses you
from your reveries. Someone you love
is coming to get you. Unshackled,
you move slowly towards the door.
You feel a revolution coming,
your own four walls trembling.