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December 14, 2016

I can be a flute for the dying    To sharpen the air/

In Downtown                       everything goes
one way.                and then comes back...

December 14, 2016

For Philando Castile & Alton Sterling, and too many others

The days after/

the fireworks—

A night of

Handcrafted magic shot into the sky

And still

I am just a question for the white man

What better way to celebrate your freedom than

By opening fire into an open body of darknes...

December 14, 2016


I swallowed an entire city
and everything became a shade of blue

When I think of eating
I see your mouth making a mess of mine

my face is made of watercolor and now
I am spreading this time instead of running

When I am certain of tomorrow's
ballet pressing me out i...

December 14, 2016

At the local amusement park—
    I am sometimes a ten year old boy.
A ten year old girl asks to hold hands
A small palm of kindling for the heart

I do not know what this means

I pray the Ferris wheel to turn me inside-out
   Collect steel in place of soft-crying...

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