weekend.
2006-05-15 9:14 a.m.
wearing this dirty mouth, i am a rebel, each crooked tooth a symbol for whati should have never done,
i need to learn to keep these lips shut.
wearing this coat in, i'm so late
that i may as well not be here, and i sneak
back through the hallways, my infancy abounding
rounding corners right before me
and the children at the fence all seem hungry, all seem ready, waiting for company, come on out
come out here
and supervise me.
social learning, i am knit
with indecision, with responsibility
as it is taken, and thinking
about new york, memorials
saturday evening, all our age grown up around oklahoma, i know these streets.
i try to teach them to him, to tell him
history stays here, but we
walk quickly
determined not to (be) miss(ed)
(by) those footsteps that precede us.