Anyway Poem by Anna Garland

I asked Beethoven but all he said
was let's explore some d minor
and the cat kept staring at me
meowing Nietsche said
it is all going to hell which
does not exist

All accumulated into one big
gesture of anyways which
almost made me smile

And I know I am blessed with
so many friends, I know if
only I knew what friend meant and
I know I have been blessed with
having so much sex if I understood
I am sure I would be fine

I remember kneeling down in
your garden in the one corner
of sunshine knowing it was
all over now and feeling nothing

I remember lying on top of
you kissing you because you
were trying to say something
again and again and again
I could tell that you wanted
to make fun of me and I kissed
you again and it made you
laugh

I felt like I was ok then.
Just a nice girl in a bed at
a time I'm sure you have
forgotten