I wonder how quickly my cat will learn
to equate scratching the table with
my getting off the couch to swat in her direction
and if she will start to think
"hey, since she's up, maybe she'll feed me."
I wonder how much muscle mass
I will lose in three days
of sitting on this couch and if
the brain cells strengthened by
constantly thinking about you will compensate.
I wonder if the people who write the
witty dialogue for television are actually
funny in real life or if it's just a job to them.
I wonder if the ancient philosophers
actually thought the questions they were posing
were important or if they were just trying to
seem smart around the other philosophers, and
I wonder what would have happened if
one of them said "you know, let's just cut the crap."
I wonder what it feels like to know something
with no hesitations or second thoughts. I wonder
who on my street right now is fighting, who
is making love, who is playing with a child,
who is wishing they never had a child, who
regrets their marriage, who is praying
for love to find them, who is laughing on the outside
but slowly dying on the inside within
their picture-perfect quasi-life of conformity and
expectation and impossible standards. Maybe just me.