192poem

May 13, 2011

Somewhere in this city
options sift through someone
like data through a hard drive.
Hopeful shards of happiness
explode and click. Abundance
amplifies the air with a seething
sound not unlike an unlocked door
on which all possibilities hinge.
So many strangers push buttons
to collide with familiar faces.
Let’s crash with a kiss peeling
the electricity off this page.

LOCATION: Buenos Aires, Argentina – Written on my laptop in a cafe after biking around the city for the first time; Stela arrives to the city tomorrow.

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