Poetry
and though the odds say improbable
they ain’t superhuman. ain’t always able / to save the children the men the country or even your silk presses / but whatever they touch. somebody’s good god blesses.
For My Friends, in Reply to a Question
I don’t know if I’ll ever go home again.
I don’t know who I’ve seen for the last time.
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Poetry and a Truth
Everybody read. I felt it. Poetry and honesty. Poetry and a clarity of feeling. I needed something so badly to be true.
I Hear America Singing Different
I, too, hear America singingFrom where the margin is the center I hear it sing the whistles of guillotinesthat sit upon heads like tropical fruit basket hats,overflowing with small universes of bountyand fiefdoms of riches I hear it sing with the chomp of perfect teeth on a cavendish,masticating fruit & bone & gutswith the subtle […]
All You Need For A Party
Mami always said you only need some soda and a radio for a party You see there’s something magical some alchemy about that recipe Somehow it conjured potfuls of rice and beans and plastic table covers and tía Orfelia with a cooler full of tamales and tía Noris with a duffel of pasteles en hoja […]
Song of an Ancient New York City God
king of the block king of kings skinny muscle open hydrant god fire escape pull up champ turnstile gazelle nobody fucks with you fear of god Apollo of the block summoned by the bird call curls glisten in the sun eyes ablaze on concrete bluetooth speaker tropical beats Astarte of the block Double dutch dance […]
Lost Among the Consonants
I’m writing our initials in black sharpie on the tunnel wall. There’s already people who have come before me, hundreds of pairs of Qs and As and hearts in the middle, through a small hole in the brick I can hear the French accents, spinning through, a reminder that I am not where I belong, […]
