There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles...
I've lost faith in
so many things...
Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...
The shadow in her closet
tasted sleep...
And even if the ghosts don't sing
their hollow echos after 3 am...
Pledge to stars, voodoo dance,
Clear your space, tribal stance...
You can't hate your country.
You think you do...
with a poem in my heart,
and wine in my belly...
Every morning, I take a shower at
11 AM, and every morning, it's there...
my love,
when y/our world seems barren...
I've worn holes in my slippers
for all the times these feet have...
You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...