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fucking America, sometimes I love you
I wonder how many girls have sex because there’s no one to dance with
I ate and drank and cried,
immersed myself in the moment
we consumed freedom as if there were a
never-ending supply
I horde it now,
liberation
and place my
hopes on anything new
we learn patience like numbness,
the bitter unfixables
today-
under a microscope
the leaves clog the undersides of the cars,
there is no road.
a garbage can scales the curb, the slope of lawn,
disappears from the halo of light
the leaves crawl around the edges of dark, whispering
I don’t want to hear the news, the litany of
good enough
and not
there is no joy in the facts of the world
only here, between the lines,
do we find kindness
what would it mean
to change
to hold your outstretched hand
in the face of the world
the way I hold my sleeping daughter
as gently as breath
I cannot fathom the depths of your unspoken rage
how we are waiting for something outside
ourselves
the known circle
the practiced world
there are other lives inside me
waiting for other tomorrows
I am living what I have
the only life I can live in the face
of myself
how can I speak so you will understand?
I want to use words you will recognize
a secret language
interpretable only
in the face of love
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