Adrienne Rich — This evening lets

not talk about my country How I'm from an optimistic culture that speaks louder than my passport Don't double-agent-contra my invincible innocence I've got my own suspicions Let's order retsina cracked olives and bread I've got questions of my own but let's give a little let's let a little be If friendship is not a tragedy if it's a mercy we can be merciful if it's just escape we're neither of us running why otherwise be here Too many reasons not to waste a rainy evening in a backroom of bouzouki and kitchen Greek I've got questions of my own but let's let it be a little There's a beat in my head song of my country called Happiness, U.S.A. Drowns out bouzouki drowns out world and fusion with its Get—get—get into your happiness before happiness pulls away hangs a left along the piney shore weaves a hand at you—"one I adore"— Don't be proud, run hard for that enchantment boat tear up the shore if you must but get into your happiness because before and otherwise it's going to pull away So tell me later what I know already and what I don't get yet save for another day Tell me this time what you are going through travelling the Metropolitan Express break out of that style give me your smile awhile