refrain. -nr

It’s hard to write when you don’t know for what purpose.

We can lie to each other, Bam! a lie. whispy, a whispy lie, too.

I went to a reading once where the performer recited a long poem from memory about gay domestic abuse. The same string of words were repeated, as though it were the refrain in a song. She said bam so loud, I felt myself frightened. Every time the narrator hit her girlfriend, she followed it with an apology. But after third attack, even I braced myself for the next bam in her poem, shouted into the mic.

Knowing of a different culture. Seeing beyond yourself. Why see beyond yourself? Why see beyond yourself and your needs? I do not understand this yet. If chaos is purposeful.