Were you born in a barn? is ironic, I think
When I can, as it is their barn. I learned to laugh
Early, and taught and forgot myself
To care—everyone is not a robot:
I don’t even know what that means, because now
I just have fun with it. Look what they left behind, these
Lines, which no longer sting. And the barn? It is now…
Commonly a lot of ellipses, I am noticing. But
I am noticing less. I do not care about the uselessness
Of where this woman sits. How does she know how hard
It can be? The barn the barn the barn—sorry.
Hmm… Maybe there could be loads of animals in it
Just being joyous. A cow meowing: ha! A
Horse and a goat snogging.
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ashley dunn 
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