And then, in our final disgrace,
We started to argue about race.
At that moment I realized sex and my job
Were too much. I began to sob.
You were hard-hearted.
I thought, “how did this get started?”
I thought your cool was cool
Until I saw the textbook you borrowed from someone at school.
The whole world is a reason to exist
Borrowed from someone else. I consist
Of knowledge trying to catch up to itself.
I’ll never understand this. I’ll go.
I had a dream. It was a dream. Everything was consistently slow.