must be good 

without tomorrows 

every pleasure 

running through your mouth 

 

ignoring history 

biology-

the mirror 

your only window out 

 

I wouldn’t know anything 

walking in the rain 

tightroping pavement

dreaming of love 

 

avoiding crowds

eating books

making this 

little art  

 

your supporters 

teach me 

something deep 

about our tiny race

 

what they say and do 

make me reconsider 

our place in 

the order of things