Love, death and wonder

This year gone was a better one

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in YYZ I tried to carve an alcove and look at the things I'd missed

in PVR I drank too much tequila and was seduced by colour again

in HAV I prayed to a portrait of Fidel while stranded and danced salsa to offset fatigue

in FCO I searched for carciofi and swept old dust out of small corners

in LHR I drank coffee in the rain and smiled at the ducks in the park

in CDG I ate too much of everything and fell in love somehow

in MUC I unraveled and cried through the night

in NKM I sang karaoke and dressed up in ten pounds of silk

in EWR I ate rice and frijoles and felt my heart brimming

in LGA I wandered and witnessed the new free world slavery

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I want a quiet heart, a piece of peace, an apple in my bag, good mornings, a smile.

I want a small thing from you, like a nickel or a fingertip touch, just a little love. you can think it even, you don't even need to actually give it.


I want a little less sadness, a little more time in the pillows, corrected cuticles.

I want for you to look at me different when you see me in the street, don't you feel that thing? that sharpness inside? I want to see the fire around me, to understand how we ended up breathing in this indifferent night.

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(hug the banana man)
good luck.