I have had worse summers. I have sprayed fuck police
On the back of a bus that said Free Humanity on it and
Slept with plenty of cops and I have sat on hot stoops
Icing my forearms praying against everything.
I think of my happiest moments when happiness was elsewhere
And I begged the past or future to redeem the present.
Now I am a normal person with normal hatreds.
I miss being a stranger in a normal way and my
Innocence to normal love is a normal perversion.
Next I will write a poem which starts with the dog asleep on my feet –
Can you imagine that idle warmth – and then admits that
I once lived in a room brick red with anger, dull and patternless.
Since the people I profess to miss the most could be anyone at all,
Why would it matter if you were one of them?
— ADAM SPIEGELMAN
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