Symptoms of Optimism

If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you
time is a language I don’t speak.

When I say now, I mean
mañana, chica. Was it yesterday

we were bloody-nosed, holding
our breath for the balloon to come

down, hoping for higher, higher. Maybe
freedom is a ribbon, pinning us to earth.
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