What
a dimmed room
with
sunshine coming in
through the window
is

is a pretty thought

I’m in the dining room

of my grandmother’s house

I’m my apartment on West Campus
In Austin, Texas.

writing songs on the piano
about all the ills of the world
which sit on a grassy knoll
and we look at them and stare

I reach my arms out
you move closer to me
I am thankful for you

&&,
The more serious
             my voice gets
Like a bird
    landing
           somewhere
               on the grassy knoll.

in a t-shirt
in a Japanese garden,

I could be a t-shirt

If you could be
a school

I could be
a student

If you could
design
for me
the layout
of a building

I could call you
an architect

shake hands with
the mayor

As I am rushed
into an ocean
of memories

for catching ducks

at the ball park

while the batter hits a home run
and makes a break away
towards home-base

I am as small as an unwanted orphan
&&
it is hard to explain
how to be diligent
& New Zealand is too cautious
for a
student who lives and learns.

Books, letters, journals, articles,
musicians, writers, artists and activists,
music, stereotypes, racism, sociology,
accessibility, our spare room the
guests sleep in.