a glosa
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
live by love through the stars walk backward
losing through you what seemed myself, I find
selves unimaginably mine, beyond…
“dive for dreams”, e.e. cummings
~~~
The man with the kind smile is in the news today
for shame; I think his mother must be feeling
terrible. How hard she’s scrubbed what hangs in
public view. It’s not her laundry now, nor mine, and
yet I cannot help but cringe. This brine cooked up
by marketeers of low repute electrocutes—the wire
running through us all burns hot and white. It rips us
into trenches, splitting wrong from everybody’s right.
To him, the kind one, I offer this: while all seems dire,
trust your heart if the seas catch fire.
Let’s say, for sake of argument, that an institution
knows what’s best for you and me between the
sheets and who…
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