she and me and a bottle of red wine,
questions of cosmic significance tossing
back and forth in a hotel room after
the symposium, philosophies of
struggle and economics, of art and
psychology, of class and caste—we tossed
around expressions like disenfranchised
and plebeian and bourgeoisie; concepts:
opportunity and entitlement,
under-privileged and . . . and in the end,
it was all words to open the windows
between souls to let the light in. We made
love out of shared ideals, but in the end—
nothing but talk. this world remains the same.

David M Pitchford