By: Stella Orange
Come, let us leave the city behind.
What’s been built
What the neighbors are building
What the blueprints tell us how to build
None of it matters
Can you believe it?
It’s all dead, or for someone else.
Talk about letting go!
Now that we’re here, standing on the edge of the forest,
What I most long to know
Is what makes you say hallelujah! and more of this, please!
What causes tears to stream down your face in thanks or wow (or is that just me?)
And what all this working you do is for
What it’s really about
So when you use up your body
and the time comes to return it
to the rental agency
The leftovers you leave in the fridge of our hearts are from your legendary lasagne.
Stella is cofounder and copywriter at Las Peregrinas, a creative and consulting agency. As our resident word nerd, she writes copy and points out the stories everyone is living and telling through their work. She is also fun at parties.
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