Our
household consists of the taboo
All
we speak of is religion and politics
Each
to our own
Agreeing
on little
But
motives are good
Mutually
acknowledged
Yesterday
reeked of our first Thai recipe
Chocolate
chip cookies
Cuddled
on the couch
Taboo
subjects taboo
And
rest, rested on us
All
arguments forgotten
In
the comforts of home
Today
is the first snow
We
move in 9 days
Into
the city
Of
traffic and sirens
Nations
amix in one neighborhood
And
blacks will no longer be the minority
Both
of us return to comfort
In
unlikely circumstance
Closer
to history and pain
Memories
and relatives.
We
leave our olive and chocolate walls
To
those happy to find them
Our
caretaking responsibility
To
one better equipt
And
our lonely city
Will
fade quickly in our memory
As
we trade it for
Welcoming
pagans and artists
We
become we,
in
a way more than
He
joining me
Mine
becomes ours
As
we set our feet on level ground
Trust
marks the way
As
apples and change
Hold
us in the sweet smell
Of
tomorrow
