William Taylor Jr.

Either Way

We’re here awhile and then 
we’re somewhere else

we’re confused and sad
we fuck around

we’re often ugly

occasionally (arguably) 
beautiful 

mostly something between

the most important thing
is that there’s not much 
time left

so best not to get too 
worked up about it 

the sun and the moon 
will do their thing

the poems will come
or they won’t

it doesn’t matter much
either way

lean back, open a 
bottle of something

listen to the music
of the rain

breathe it in 
and out

remember and forget

remember 
and forget