Thursday, February 4, 2010

We Don't Know What to Love

I've opened my mouth for too many strangers,
pushed their broken wheelchairs across crowded streets
who gave me this job.

Let's write poetry,
sing-along to spanish songs and
forget that it's cold outside.

This isn't about the long-haul or
fixing broken shelves-

This is about poetry and foreign languages-
the only things to love because

[love is a never-ending game we seem to think we can win or lose]

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