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January 3, 2012

Be patient ladybug
as I am now
while new year’s first born darkness
drags its lovers lips
along the footsteps
we are yet to take

Let’s jump
through every doorway that we find
like our every step
was the last one
that we would ever hear,
and every day the last one
we could sing

Pretend we leave no fingerprints
and breathe no sullied air,
and only need the light
to fill our lungs

Pretend we dance like children
jumping on a bed
oblivious of springs and rules and running time
and maybe
we will burn again,
So be patient, ladybug

Temporary salvation

November 2, 2010

Sabina dances
like there’s no
today
Sequins swirl in my living room
and the lady
below us
hears
her bare feet

She doesn’t care
about the Tories or the oil price;
she dances for dancing, and
for the hours
you spend
criticizing the world order
Only to toil some more

‘You are children who
became slaves for profit’
she chants,
‘You have no foes and listen
Only to the wisdom of ants’

Sabina doesn’t care
about oaths, or the compacts
we signed
She dances for our salvation
And her freckled skin
and her breasts
make us remember
how much we have lost