Don't go looking for the world in the Ethnic section
of Whole Foods. Enlightenment is not found
under the udon noodles. Understanding of Mexico
is not above the jar of salsa.
Get out of your apartment. Walk down to the corner and
shake your jar of change. Shred your documents
to this fairyland you live in. Slouch down along the border
with your face rubbed with dirt, tanned. Go to Rio, climb the hills.
walk barefoot, at night through the favela -
- and I hope they punch you in the mouth
like the ignorant-dreaming fool you are.