“Stupid Blind Hope”
By
Jennifer Maria Padron
Author, Mad In America
The snow outside the Johns Hopkins Building is three feet tall
It covered my blue and orange tennis shoes and wet them from inside out like I do you
My jeans got all cold and tight around my legs and my suitcase made a hole, hole in it
The circule metal fan above goes around and around above my head cutting shards off
I wanna frame this and that and say, these are the salad days
Like I once heard and now wanna take this freedom the next nine hours and spend it all
She said she did and then she didn’t and there aint’ no unconditional love
That’s selfish and I maybe see it for what it is now
Stupid blind hope will getcha everytime
Love her fierce is all you can ever do
Love it like it’s your last, “… breathe with me close…”
Like a bandit, like a blanket that scratches and makes you sweat in sleep
It falls back one by one and moves in two’s not by shadow
