The man in the taxi talked of war, of the shit of returning to society. I've heard of you, I thought, but I didn't say a word.

most concrete things I believe in
can be erased with a few words and a little knowledge
which I usually don't care to hear,
enlighten me please because your
words are far more political than any
thought in my head.
i'm not intrigued by racism
because i've been white and wealthy
from the second I was born.

i think you're grand and gorgeous.
maybe this will shut those people up.
i'm tired of coming across you over
intoxants and expectations.

did you think i was kidding
about that, about you,
about kissing strangers on foreign
bedspreads in messy bedrooms?
about wanting you to walk me home
and not just hand me some money
before swearing in my face and sending me off
in a taxi.

if i had to show you who i was i would hand you
a picture of a little girl in a white sundress
dancing in the grass which shouldn't mean
that i don't want you.