I love now When I’m not in pain When the air is fresh When I can say “ahorita” And it might never happen Nothing to do but sit or lie When no one is calling When the screen isn’t on And there’s no sound But the birds
Our feet touchAnd that familiar spark returnsThe one that occuredWhen our eyes met9 years agoIn that dark, circular roomWhere only we existedWhere pain became peripheralWhere a foundation emergedFrom nothing and no one
I’m with my familyI’m setting up a BBQI love to BBQMeat and eat and laugh andMy father had climbed too highAnd he fellHe fell flat on his faceI asked him “are you okay?”He was okayI realized that there wasNo meatNo meat to eatI proceeded to drive a carTo the storeTo buy meat
Someone I once knewSaid that people from the 1800sWere “simpler”Implying they were stupidThat they didn’t have the machinesThat we do nowFor someone’s benefitWhen they request a static solutionTo a moving problemAnd cry when tragedy strikesAnd weep not from sadnessBut from the feelingThat a machine encountersWhen it short circuitsThat immortal flesh is rottingA nurse from the …
I Love Now
I love now
When I’m not in pain
When the air is fresh
When I can say “ahorita”
And it might never happen
Nothing to do but sit or lie
When no one is calling
When the screen isn’t on
And there’s no sound
But the birds
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