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“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.”

“I am god of them now. /
Stuck to the strip, I know /
some of them are still alive.”