| Identity I wonder when you are coming to the East, to argyle cardis and yuppies and my volvo. But I know that you won't ever be like we are- hungry for lust/love and for money and for recognition, for something for anything for everything, hungry just to be hungry. I admire how you can just be and not try to be anything. I had a dream I was breathing in your smoke and it got in my lungs and into my heart and all through my blood and it lived inside of me like water, like a virus, like a thought, and I couldn't get it out. I couldn't get out of me what you exhaled out so easily. |