lonely

In londres
le neige, came soaring down
engulfing me,n
trenches of you
nous avons parle of times that someday
we would too, watch
petite paper balls
weighted me
unfamiliar lands
le distance inconnue.

hope

this is not a poem:

dear obama.
today i wore a shirt with your face on it. Today i danced in the streets with you proudly displayed. I am so far away, i still sing our name out loud.
you give me hope, that maybe the boys will be ok after all.
make me sadder i left america, make me want to preform.

la la la la. obama. obama. oohhbama.

you are the secret i wear as my skin
moving elastic through my cells
unrequited now, as your daddy has.