Volta e meia,o Hal...

Pretending

We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians
pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us
jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars.
And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover.
You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one
who insisted on being yourself?

Hal Sirowitz