Hope lives in the mouths of 17 immigrants..
Swallowing their words and making love to their tongues
It lives in the crevices of homeless mens toes..In the cracks of their hands and in the creases of their eyelids..
It swims in the toilet bowl of the anorexic model..
It hides in the door of that 8 year old child that listens to his parents arguing at night, instead of soft, sweet music..
Swollen lips and stale breath..It lives in between the teeth of the Pastor..
On top of the hairline of a barber and tucked in the uterus of an old woman, of about 50, who never expected to be pregnant..
In the semen of a 13 year old boy, willing to jerk off in his grandparents bathroom
Hope lives in the whirl-wind of Hurricane Katrina, and the crumbling of Haiti's earthquake..
In the breast of that cancer patient..
In the needle of that heroin attack.