It’s astounding the things
I don’t know
like how I’ve walked through life
assuming a date fruit
was born wrinkled and dry
but it had supple skin once
yellow like a pear
and not a lick of sweet
it’s a small epiphany
but it makes me wonder
about the other numb spots
on my brain
there is no way to know
of course
so I must be a whale
open wide
let it all in
sorry, half-finished novel
I need to gnaw on the dictionary
for a while.