i’m not lost
i’m not lost, only floating. i sent a few notes. i sent tulips i grew myself in the dark. no one understood them in the end. i betray myself. i need to come down. my door swings open to my ghetto and i’m a flame burning in the wind. i wait for a dream to [...]
twenty past four
twenty past four, post-nap, late april sunlight in the courtyard of the ghetto. a woman pulls my son off the park bench. she calls him ignorant. my daughter crawls up cement stairs; i want her to walk. her hands are dirty only because it’s easier and faster. when i hear about my son i’m crushed. [...]
