U2 broke my heart in the 9th grade
That voice
all body
that sound
the music of rain-pelted windows and
combat boots
Sweet brothers,
angles
with hip wiggles and downtown stardom
and the knowledge that happiness is a
political statement
and that tragedy is an
addiction
and that to hear a song is to
fall in love
That voice
all dirty
but pure
a crossfire of confidence
and self-doubt
kissing the
hem of my skirt,
and with that sound,
which knows God
majored in dance,
it offers magic and then
breaks my heart
every time |