In The Room Of Quick Desires, A Love Out Of Wedlock Is In The Making
though planned
i enter first using
a friend's name and
then you later
on an invented reason
they do not bother
anyway
attuned to this kind
of compulsion
everyone does it
anyway and with
us on a shallow pretense
they think perhaps
that we are funny
or new to this
adventure if you
call it that way
we begin to know
what bodies are
putting markers
remembering names
and places very
much like ours
we compare it with
some events
those that change
histories of nations
i may exaggerate
what i feel
there was independence
there was the freeing
of all slaves
we were like a very
short film
with a very low budget
that won't hit the
market
precisely that is what
we really want
precisely my own
way of viewing us
like a painting that
i love
without a signature
at the bottom of
the margin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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