Because I Find Myself Still Wanting

The Buddhist monk said
that all of the people
he met in the U.S
had one thing in common:
dissatisfaction.
Despite nine pillows on the bed
for only one head. Despite
the shiny toys, the big cars,
the food, the storage lockers of
stuff.
And it makes me so sad
to know he is right.
All this love. All this
sweetness. All this
pleasure. Not
enough.

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