A brother said to an old man, “I do not know of any warfare in my heart.” The old man said to him, “Then you are a building open on all four sides. Whatever wishes to, goes in and out, and you do not notice. If you had windows and a door, and shut them so as to bar certain thoughts, you would soon realize how many there are outside, waiting to slip in and attack you.”
Always say what you feel, and do what you think is good and right. If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already. navigate around why don't you
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Pennsylvania
Pennsylvania is Kaise's farm
Hungarian dancing
and my mother's kitchen.
A place that weighs my heart down under
lumps of coal.

Texas
When I was in Texas
I thought about getting
a huge Star of Texas
tattooed on my arm.
The feeling passed
after my first experience
two-stepping.

Indiana
Here I felt expansive.
Expanding.
Like the cornfields and sky.
Always more sky in the midwest.
Too bad I stayed too long.

Nevada
Salt Lake City terrified me
and so I kept driving west,
crossed the border into Nevada,
stopped there
in a town with empty casinos and outrageous
gas prices and secretive hotels and Mexican
immigrants who served me food without
looking at me.
My first night there
I sat on my car and watched
the sun dissolve into the sand
and realized
that the West is too big for me.
Too big,
and here it would be hard for me to make you hear me
no matter how loudly I yelled.
And I am horrified by
the infinitesimal nature of sand.
The West is too big for me.
Tomorrow I will keep driving.

San Francisco
San Francisco goes up and down like cable cars.
It rattles like earthquakes
and it makes me do the same.
Here I am a boxer before the fight -
I shake in anticipation with this city.

 
life is a highway.