you sit google-eyed
on a bench
wanting only to tell the black woman
who just got off the train
that you like her bag.
A tall, gray man once said
"the heart never fits its wanting"
does yours?
you want for nothing
i want to be you
roaming the underworld
with a rolling suitcase and
a bunch of grapes
no wants in my heart
five teeth in my mouth
500 voices in my head
a smile on my face
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Thank you to Lee K. Abbott for the use of his lovely title "The Heart Never Fits Its wanting"
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