neat remark from thomas friedman.

The über-lesson for presidents? You can’t be too honest in describing big problems, too bold in offering big solutions, too humble in dealing with big missteps, too forward in re-telling your story or too gutsy in speaking the previously unspeakable.

soneto I

(If bukowski's right, we're all dead).
nous avons fait l'amour aveugle, mais,
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
because he thinks he did it all,
my clumsiest dear.

And thus have we made the world,
the 16 year old boy, who can’t keep hating himself,
but she said we were a sweet couple, once
and the way you gripped my hand indicated that you felt the same.

Rumi said come, wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving
And Jamie that it’s us against the world every day, being married to your best friend.
(we both know how lucky we are)
(your hair looks best at 730 am when my alarm goes off)

courage in all things, learn to be a woman
(I am a woman and this is where my breasts used to be) get
swept up in electric verse, forgetsocialnorms and you don’t look away.
I like that you have shaped my life.

May the road rise up to meet you,
70-year old woman with blue hair,
(a common recognition of a shared humanity) for whom
time stands still
As if the guards at Buckingham are being changed.

The streetlights are motion sensored, but properly,
a girl passes me on the curb, on her way to a booty call,
and on the precipice, there's no one I'd rather stand beside.

Blaring car horns wake me in the light of a city that is always lit
that intermediate nearly-but-not half light
remembers dusk, remembers evening.
"There are more places you haven't heard of than you've heard of!" and
with more passion at the end, because
these are often the very things
we have in
each other.
-03/19/09

(a collection of lines, one-ish from each poem that I've written since dating josh).