No bud left behind
– george stein
Maybe the Navigation was doomed from the start
It wasn’t as if there was an absence of signs
But things can always be taken two, three, or more ways
And then come the subtexts and permutations
Memory will inevitably smooth and polish
Things said and unsaid at the last supper
But there was a photo taken by the server
Among the many regrettable things people must do these days to earn a tip.
Now everything they touched and
Everything they fucked up, in their way
Will elicit waves that span the distance, pass
And come back again to spite
Some will surmise it was impetuous
Some will observe that it was avoidable
And most people won’t really care at all
Some of them will be right
dark muse 