Popcorn At The Bus Station

Popcorn At The Bus Station

I eat you in the same way I breath;

I don't even realize I am doing it.

It's like the heavens cried tears of joy,

And those tears plummeted to the earth

in the form of you.

At the bottom of the bag,

kernels remain un-popped.

This saddens me- What a waste!

I shouldn't admit what comes next to my mind;

I am staunchly in favor of the right to choose,

But I see these kernels and what they could have been,

if only given the chance.

I don't care that you are ever so slightly stale.

I don't care that remnants of you get stuck in my teeth

nor that sometimes you have too much salt

And other times you have too little.

Like lovers who overlook each others' faults

My feelings for you triumph all.

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Written in the Sao Paolo Bus Station in Brasil, Winter 2008