Pray for the Animals of New Orleans
for having let myself read a perfume review
a perfume review
(it was cruel, a pseudoscientist ramping
on a wealthy perfumer's
natural scent efforts ...
disparaging, so-called wit)
I am angry I spent any time, any energy thinking about it.
Because I later turned to another blogpage and saw a skeletal dog,
true refugee of New Orleans
left to starve and die.
How can I spend any energy on the effete
when there is so much real pain
so much suffering
so much hurt
To which thought and energy is so much better addressed.