April 29, 2012

Love has turned me into a moron of inordinate measure.

***

Through a dirt dusted window I can see a porch, and through the
windows of that porch I can see the sky: all bright blue and bright
cloud, just speckled with green-yellow leaves–just from this angle,
mind you.

***

Justly, I attempt to write on a subject that is not you; I fail.

***

I have half a mind to not go on living
this way, jolting from one jilt to the next.

***

I remember that Puerto Rican parade. From
my window we watched, naked.

***

Remember when we noticed all the trash outside the projects?
And we noticed people throwing more out? Did you know
I loved you then?

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