when will your culture become a blessing
instead of a curse--
perhaps on your deathbed as you mutter
an unintelligible soliloquy heard only by
the particles of dust lodging themselves in your nostrils and mouth
and maybe God?
when will you know that he is "the one"
even though you stopped believing in soul mates long ago
as your heart deadened to higher orders of magnitude of passion
you are only comfortable with double-digits
yet you still struggle
to understand why romance novels reduce you to tears?
when will the breaths you take in
fill you with peace and joy
and release the despair that has knotted your stomach
into doubt about the order of things
and the ways they will never be?
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