I've opened my mouth for too many strangers,
pushed their broken wheelchairs across crowded streets
wondering
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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