2008 18 January :: 9.08am
in you i see something pure and beautiful.
in you i see hot tea, coffee, and cigarettes.
in you i see. simplicity.
in you i see white russians and leg warmers,
and dance parties of 4.
i see scrabble and scattegories and mouse trap.
i see good times and good music in your old buick.
i see a nervous wreck,
and i see an angry black woman screaming inside of you.