When Everything Breaks

While searching for love,
I discovered the abstract art
of feeling sad
without being sad,
a kind of disembodiment,
a way to escape my library of pain.
The best time to learn things is
when you’re in pain.
When everything breaks,
go out and learn something.
So I bought a theremin.
Playing a theremin looks like
you’re summoning spirits,
which is why I bought it,
to summon spirits so that,
together,
we could celebrate and
commiserate
our loves and losses,
lessons learned and unlearned,
celebrating our achievements,
bemoaning our failures,
laughing and moaning,
just one big
raucous,
boisterous,
blistering shindig.