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It was innocuous.
The times are not innocuous.
I may look at my first political convention speech in years and years soon, tonight. If Lula wants to listen to Bill Clinton.
The poetry that bubbles in me is a poetry of the forbidden, the poetry of the face in that moment; a poetry to precede just not understanding, for all I understand. I can write it now only for me. I have not yet thrown off the forbidding.
The times are not innocuous.
I may look at my first political convention speech in years and years soon, tonight. If Lula wants to listen to Bill Clinton.
The poetry that bubbles in me is a poetry of the forbidden, the poetry of the face in that moment; a poetry to precede just not understanding, for all I understand. I can write it now only for me. I have not yet thrown off the forbidding.
