Shameless

Search: Season 2, Episode 3
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and here we go
live streaming my way to a half-minded dabbling into the fabulous lives of Manhattan's elite
because I've got commitment issues
with the blank Word document right in front of me

I'm two-timing my academics
with a shiny, plastic lover
who can please me now
but will not stick around for long

Pride?

Just because you're
white
and
straight

Don't mean you're
right
or great

On what we know

My mothers and fathers
Knew true blood
I know faces

They knew the mountains
I know the light bulb

They knew the maize
I know the dollar

Am I sacred too?

I forgive love

Today,
I choose to forgive love.
I choose to let go of anger towards love.
I choose to once again
believe love.

Today,
I choose to smile
at them,
still moments
in small shadows,
his eyes in hers,
her hand in his,
gentle,
easy,
breezy,
beautiful
love.

I smile with him.
I know his love.
I do not compare his love,
I do not judge his love,
I do not dismiss his love.

Just as I have loved, he loves.
I hope she loves like he loves.
I forgive love.
I love love,
not only as my own
but on its own
and maybe this way
once again
someday
my own
it will be.

Mala Suerte

Que mala suerte es vivir el amor.
Sentir, tener, sufrir, y perder el amor,
Que mala suerte es vivir el amor.

Que mala suerte es vivir el amor.
Las estrellas tienen un cruel sentido de humor,
Nos atraen con sonrisas, besos, y dulce olor,
Hasta que llegamos al limite de nuestro ardor,
Y desde alli nos caemos al infinito dolor.

Que mala suerte es vivir el amor.
Sentir, tener, sufrir, y perder el amor,
Que mala suerte es vivir el amor.

Sans Salt

For about three months now
this kitchen has been
out of salt.

The clerk neglected to order
a new shipment
(he has since been fired)
and the vendor
has ended our contract.

We can't blame them,
while the customer always comes first,
it's not a business
without a reliable demand.

Our cooks have been instructed
to make do without it
and bless them, they've tried,
but business is bad.

Each night,
less customers,
more
- something's not quite right with this-
- take this back -
- I want a refund -
- I need to speak with the manager -

Well, that's me.
What can I tell them? I can't tell you how sorry I am? What's done is done? My apologies?
I see the food, they see the food, and it looks just the same.
But one bite and I too know it's hopeless,
it's nothing like what it used to be,
this kitchen is no longer,
without salt.

People don't eat for nourishment. People eat for flavor.

So, lately,
in an effort to save the legacy
of what was once
a grand kitchen,
I have mastered
a new skill.

I sit beside the stove
and direct my abundant,
lifetime supply of tears
into the pots and pans
until the day
when we are no longer
out of salt.

To my daughter

My daughter, my life, my child
You must learn to be careful
With your heart

Just as I told you
To look both ways before you cross
And to say your prayers before you sleep
You must be careful
With your heart

You know the joy of chocolate ice cream
That simple, pure smile, your happy laughter
Don't forget that it can leave
A sticky mess in your hands

Remember that on Wednesdays
You love to wear yellow
But on Sundays
Blue
Learn green, and you'll learn to love

I want you to run, my love
To run with delirium
With purpose
With heart

Just remember
You will fall
Maybe lose footing, maybe a rock
But you will heal
Because you learned how to run