Love Blinds
Life is full of disappointments
You just might be one more
Life is full of disappointments
I’ll never even up the score
When you took my hand
Looked me in the eye
I trusted you
You’d never lie
Life is full of disappointments
You just might be one more
Life is full of disappointments
I’ll never even up the score
Love blinds you, ‘till you just can’t see
The Unrequested [Unrequited] Response
[And you sang to me.]
I keep thinking that all I have to do solve this is just cut a little deeper, bend a little farther, and reach a little higher.
I’ll rest when I die; all my hopes and dreams are illusions to keep me from this inevitable suicide.
Erode this drive and I can finally lose; I’ll stop fighting.
[Then you spoke without moving your lips.]
This cyclical nature has been (un)ruptured deeply by grains we’ve pieced together to share.
Sunrise to sunset contains the mundane we’ve embraced as we flee from it.
What we’ve created is simultaneously effortless and always already melting away.
[You became the tapestry of all I ever wanted.]
Deeper still, you pull on my push until I’ve crossed a line I didn’t think you meant to draw.
Words are only abstract, linguistic constructs wrapped up in pursuant rhetoric until we tease out concrete meaning.
Theory is only theory until we use it.
[Yes, darling, I’m writing to you.]
Race in America
Eyes are the window to the soul
Microsoft the windows on our PCs
Boxes for our cameras windows on Zoom
We’re all different
We’re all the same
The most important things to know about race in the USA are . . .
The race to the top
The race to the bottom
Capitalism wins it all
Everything doesn’t fade to black
It fades to white
We erase race
Then pencil it in, inside the lines
Adopted at birth, by a family that I look like I could have biologically come from, and no one cared about heritage
23 & me
Not really for me
But to find any overlap in heritage
Between my Mexican husband
My Black daughter
And my privileged white self
A biological cousin messages me
She’s not related to my birth mother
She’s never heard of my birth father
My actual bio dad might be Uncle Stan
I want to know, but I don’t know why
I dig deeper so our tapestry is complete
This tapestry of my interracial family of mine and me
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