Chicano Poet

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Random House

You say there is no regret,
you shift your weight from foot to foot
when we fight.

I put the embers to my lips,
they sit there burning.
You refuse to do the same.

That’s the difference between you and me.
Take the time we argued
over this or that movie,

Splash, Star Wars, Hitch.
You were standing in your panties,
I was butt naked.

Our country was waging another war,
you said those poor soldiers.
I only thought of sex with your sister.


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