Endlessly scanning
the car radio
the car radio
seeking music
I don’t recognize.
I don’t recognize.
Roll the window down
near every food cart
near every food cart
trying to guess what
they’re serving.
they’re serving.
People ask why
I would ever want to do these things.
Why listen to music
you don’t know and like already?
you don’t know and like already?
Why allow the smell
of something foreign in?
Such an all-American
trait to assume
trait to assume
that the air around you
should only hold
your favorite scents
and sounds —
should only hold
your favorite scents
and sounds —
and while we’re at it,
to hell with your earbuds:
let the world in,
you cowards.
to hell with your earbuds:
let the world in,
you cowards.
Dark Matter 
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