conversations made with fingertips

Like an ax hitting a wall
I mine the chance at a conversation
that happens over the continents
with the tapping of fingers

History, repetition

History repeats itself as a lesson, you said
History repeats itself as
History repeats itself as a
History repeats itself as a lesson
a lesson that keeps coming back to crack you open

History repeats itself as a regret, she said
History repeats itself as
History repeats itself as a
History repeats itself as a regret
a regret of the things no one could have done, even after trying

History repeats itself as a chance, he said
History repeats itself as
History repeats itself as a
History repeats itself as a chance
a chance for it to stop from turning back on its own head


History repeats itself as a lesson
History repeats itself as a regret
History repeats itself as a chance
it keeps repeating itself, history- keep paying attention to the patterns.

You, a floor and a beat

The positioning of your legs
on the dance-floor
is the only meaning I take out of the rhythm.

It is not a joke

To be rude, to make a space where a comment should have been

to be senseless to those who work under the sun

to make way for the hate to fill the places in you that should have been met with a smile 

to make a choice based on a lack of knowledge

to jump into a puddle without questioning the direction of the rain 

to make things lighter by using others as bait,

it is not a joke to cry on force, because someone else needs to smile. 

Accomplishment

the number of hours you give to silence
for it to give you back, bodies of light

taking a step forward

lead me not behind your steps into

the realm of your opinions

or ones I made on my own

allow me experience to judge the lesser

between the two evils.

I wait

The days pass this month
I wait, like always
for a bird that's flew north without informing me.