at American reality
and a poem written in light,
music and vivid human faces.
The New York Times,
and why Tuesday nights?
The good fight
of living and breathing.
Let us not forget
about why we are here
and why we make art and things:
Love.
Every goddamn day
I try to at least try,
a mission that might end
in nothing or skin or pain.
But no one can take
that away from me,
nor can I take trying
away from anyone else.