The mind makes the involuntary sad.
We attempt to change things and fail.
Attempting to lose weight
we end up as big as a whale—
afloat in irreconcilable seas.
We decide at once to explore
why racists are happy.
We torture ourselves more and more.
We move around in the batter’s box
to break our slump
because that’s what Pete Rose
told us to do.
Because I am limited
I acted in a limited way,
didn’t you?