By Jessica Laser

Sometimes I read you for anger
To see in your face

The confines of a medium.
What wouldn’t I think

To be a thought in your head?
The youngest and most beautiful

Love no one, but still I love
Everyone I’ve loved.

“I love roads” 

Unlike a governmental body,
Mine can be shot

In the street in the broad
Daylight of democracy.

I’d leave this country
But democracy loves me.