this is the mind of a woman on the edge of her seat 
   this is the mind of a woman 
   reeling and waiting         like fishing 

   this is the mind of a woman on the edge of her seat
      going slowly, going slowly, going slowly 
         this is the mind of a woman on the edge of her seat 
              going swiftly, going swiftly, going swiftly 

    this is the mind of a woman of the road
   in her desire on the pollen path 
 this is the mind of a woman

in maiza on the verge
of getting it on

enduring indignities and setting them down 
this is the mind of woman on the edge of a breakthrough 

The group becomes its own entity, inseparable and separate from the coherence of each individual member, like a bastard mafia always ready to perform its ethic of collective anonymity.
— Read on harmonyholiday.substack.com/p/a-new-theory-of-the-entourage-part

and the laws changed 
and you couldn’t leave as much
if you didn’t have the right color passport
and i had to go visit my friend in london

they had a green passport
and mine was blue 
and we was blue
and mines was blues
and yours was too

and we laughed at it
we had to laugh 
kept us from dying
and we kissed
the possible