no i am not eecummings though i deeply love his memory

no i do not hate my home though i long to be far away from here

family is such a remote concept; i believe you make what you can from the pieces--some are just luckier than others.
by the way i do not love my brokenness.


but i do embrace it.

italians are a good sort of people to be
if you have to be a sort of people at all
and i love to speak this sorta beautiful language
and i love to have roots in brooklyn, too.

and poverty is a good thing to grow up with
if you have the right kind of parent to do it with.

and even issues of sex are good to think about. you can change your mind
and even if you eventually are back where you started
it is good to have taken that journey.
roads are so important.
roads are long
or short
but dirt speaks languages

you can teach the road nothing, you are not above it(ha ha), you must only listen

and the road of wanting to be
is a hard road to cross

but when you can truly tell yourself the truth of your being, without lying
that is just one more road you have crossed, congratulations

01/06/2002

Posted on 01/06/2002
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