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“With weeping candles across world capitals where
The sole of their dreams will never again touch, let
The name of each and everyone of them without
Body or face be written that they may find peace”

“On this side of the city, /
I am the lamb /
I am the sacrifice.”

“the vines relentless in their unraveling / over
the brick that want only to be bare / one man’s beauty becomes another’s brutal architecture”

I’m sitting on the front stoop of apartment when a flock of birds interrupts my sadness and guzzles up the berries on the tree next to me. My neighbor walks by and in my new-found […]

“but emotion is, after all, an artfully conjured gesture /
a dance behind the raised sheets /
of audience that is not audience”

“My numerous damages are nocturnal. They sleep with me, /
holding my face like a mask as I mistake poison /
throbbing in my cheek for a heart in my mouth”

“It comes from warriors. It is young. / Its eyes are brown, its fingers long. / It shakes the yellow fruit to get / At any sweetness. It bites, it’s alive”

“i killed a snake once, out of fear for my own safety. /
it was a taboo to do so. my aunts made me mourn it /
like it was my child”

“in giddy thousands each and i was there, a sober, nodding clock /
keeping score with the sun, its July-drenched hands pressed against /
the walls in my eyes and blurring my vision”

“The street was but two persons short of empty. /
Deep in my heart, I felt a love-shaped bone, /
it was empty.”