Some things are just unimaginable
no matter how hard you try, for instance
the vastness of the universe,
of the intricacies of the mind,
or your parents making love, but
they did, and you do and
one day years from now, your own son
will say you never did, will deny you
everything. And only then will you realize
how uninventive your life has been.
How someone, somewhere, has been tapping
the same dull key, how the message
has gone out for years, the wires singing
the same sad song,
three shorts, three longs, three shorts.