i knew only nothing

on the day i was born

i rolled in the snow and

drank the nectar and

i think i was

clean

when i woke up

fog deeper in my head than

the first owners of this

are deep in the landfills

i knew nothing

a clean and empty slate

had i found a hand

i would’ve held it

i smiled

before the second eye opened

and i knew the world and my sister

I didn’t, of course

find a hand there with me

I found the same old cogs

from when I closed my eyes

rusted as the old yellow skillet

I did what my sister told me

walked around in the snow

with a sweater and a drink

all I got was bored

I tried what she did, instead

I tried blaming the men

who live in the cogs

but they had no knives

I couldn’t hate them

I don’t how my sister stays so angry

so in love

so full all the time

I know the world

as I know her

all I got was bored

She knows You and I think

I know only nothing