after Spain's forgiveness,
I bled back to where white people
give up and go home.
with lint still on my left side,
I take my shirt off her
and think that you are right
if you are reading this.
after the song,
I scratch my head
and wonder what I am going to write next.
the Rumbler
regurgitates me at 86th street,
and I have some time.
so I continue up
and say hi to Leigh and Shannon,
see a movie and eat streetmeat
just west of the past, my last.
business then a busy weekend
in Connecticut and border,
before digging a bed of sheets last week.