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By Misti Date: 2005 Mar 04 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.04.16.37.879]] |
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last March we were on fire everything was paper all the world ablaze we danced through the flames unfazed we were found we were known we were visible we were stars this March we are humbled we are scarred and sitting on ice we are in the penalty box the kissing cam won't catch us the world loves cute healthy voracious couples eating good fortune and each other gobble gobble gobble happy thanksgiving happy fat Tuesday happy everything cheesy cheesy yum yum yum (burp) we have a feast of memories and everyday crumbs to tide us over last night we ate better than usual sharing chicken tacos at El Bandido's after selling six of my chapbooks at the poetry reading we almost missed because of the bleak talk about the steel they will place inside your skin and your son and his ignorance to the hell you endured with his mother and your father and his apathy and yuppie Republican arrogance and the possibility of hitting him up for a loan and our wedding and Las Vegas on hold and the job I could have had proofreading the classified ads for the newspaper but goddamn it I'm loyal and I love the kids in my class but goddamn it I'm tired of twiddling my thumbs in the desert every fucking time my ship comes in and this and that and we drove anyway we drove through the rain and I cursed the traffic and blamed it all on this city and we didn't listen to my latest mix tape on the way and I didn't think we'd make it but we did another nervous breakdown put on hold we will survive this like all the rest we will dance again we will burn again meanwhile we take the tacos where we can find them. |