Friday, January 16, 2009


I waste time.

The floor needs sweeping and at least three loads of laundry need washing. Birds can circle the skies of time aimlessly. So, I hang my plans next to my husband’s baseball cap. Let them get heavy with wasted time and dust.

Birds sit on wires. They don't worry that he's never coming back or that she forgot your name. I sit in front of a laptop with headphones on. Silvio Rodriguez sings something about a carabana de sentimientos but I just want him to sing soy feliz, soy un hombre feliz y quiero que me perdonen por este dia los muertos de mi felicidad.

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