Oh, dear!

Ode to my old house, lost and forgotten. Ode to is nights, its cats and its daydreams. Ode to the smile of the Italian girl neighbor. Ode to the black city girl writer. Ode to the moon in silicone blue hype, ode to its whiteness in the night of creation. Ode to the sweet creature sleeping beside me. Ode to my mama for the wonderful typewriter, her healing machine, the breasts of our nation. Ode to great smiles and crazy announcements. Ode to you all happy engagements. You beggars and jokers sleeping in trousers, borne in the summer and bread in the night breeze.