At the surface of
your being I am...

I wonder if when you
were a little girl, your mother would...

Its for the days the city ignores you so hard you...
I guess what I'm meaning to say is that sometimes...

I know that my mother,
is very anxious to see me...

Maria did warn me once,
with all the love between her teeth...

Through thick and thin you have been
Been in love and out again...

I do not think of myself as
a poet anymore though...

I know a girl,
that does not shave...

I keep thinking about you,
I keep thinking about your country...

I once liked a black boy and
the thought of race wouldn't leave me alone. I...

We will wake up in a place where
we can laugh mouth open...

He's a smart guy though,
so smart, he leaves my bed...