A conversation (With Translation)

(A witnessed act of desperation)

A conversation (With Translation) (A witnessed act of desperation)

"Not enough of us will care tomorrow"
(she speaks here with conviction, yet
still instilling a sense of sadness)

I, dismissing, disagree;
I, placating, care and always will;

for how could I not?
(when her curve
and edge
and lightness
is desirable?
A worthy cause
if ever there was such a thing.)

I, deceiving, agree;
agree with whatever it is you think.

I, unknowing, agree that bell hooks was
totally right.


A pointed question crosses the gulf,
deftly dousing inflamed passions.


I, desperate, don’t know.

I, inner monologue catching up, am a disease
(but self awareness was never my strong suit).

She tells me once:
"The revolution will be plagiarized."

And I, longing, never realized;
and I, reassurance, was wrong;

but she already knows just how wrong I am.