I wonder what the bodega guy's favorite color is.
I wonder why you'd lay on my chest,
but not hold my hand.
I wonder how this story ends.
I am just a poet, bleeding
from an unknown wound,
finding reasons to smile
again big.
Sometimes I think the madness
of the world is a myth.
Right here and right now
is all that matters most of the time.
Just look in front of you,
and see what the immediate looks,
smells, tastes, and feels like,
and often that is the most accurate account you can get.