Roma

Sneaking downstairs in the witching hours I find my first lover Before school, I rarely get much sleep A Francophile who could keep me up for days Staying in her arms or on her lap before dawn sometimes with a rat, Rad D Louise, licking me The conversations and the illustrations were not always enough to satisfy me I asked her furiously over and over I was not allowed and Father silently refused to accept this We moved away, overseas From the house where we held protesters Living for a bit in Bangkok In an internet cafe where I discovered the earthquake I'm left alone without my love A decade passes and a few years go by Sometimes we get together When I sneak out of the dodge van walk a mile, back and forth in the dawn On the dock which I live on with my dad Mom insinuates herself near my lovers bed With threats to tell as we smoke cigarettes on the roof Another decade passes and a sweet and secret reunion Causes my current boyfriend to shed tears no more