me, Linus, if you had to? If.
Children wrote only in subway tunnels, would you still write me poetry?
Dialects starved, would
you still cook me dinner?
Libraries slept in culverts,
would you let me sleep with you?
Share your computer.
You believed you had a
unique and complicated mind, would you feel outside of history, outside
Your body were dragged through
the dirty world, tethered behind a soaring mind.
You were so creative.
There were writers who had never had
a birthday party, who had no food heat or light, would you burn
a candle on a chocolate cake for
Is your love for me stronger
than the world?
I need to know, so tell
me now: you needed more of you for yourself, would you cut