Transcendental Étude No. 3 in F Major (Paysage)
Nothing changed after you left.
I still wanted the bodega boys inside me.
Walked to the park and listened to Liszt.
Shopped for things I didn’t need.
Drank in bars where no one knew me
and where it was easy to think.
The way someone does when eying
a gun in a department store.
Or how on the Fourth of July
I always catch myself
looking at the lake a little too long.
What is freedom before desire takes it away?
I have a very nice mouth.
What is the nature of desire when it obscures love?
It’s better to deprive the self of some things.
Because I like to do what I’m told.
And I like to feel the hands of God on me.
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