Recall the days and nights that together we
spoke of the present and
rewrote our past and
were scared of social politics and
forbade the future to which we gave in.
How long did we preach honesty and live hypocrisy after the rain fell and we fell, too?
How long were you gone looking for sight
while the stars were almost visible through the air-cheap canvas
while the flashlights searched in the dark for delinquent lovers and breakers of taboo
while the chill seeped right in through the sagging walls of our cheapjack fortress in a twelve-hour city of makeshift entertainment?