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Down South
Used to be a sneaky, wicked pleasure. Sour straws were for sinners. But down the way there’s a factory. Hundreds of workers are on their feet for hours on day. Peeling, rolling and coating those sour straws. Back home I couldn’t mention sour straws at the dinner table. Papa say that’s junk food. Junk food…
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Ocean Eyes
Whirling around a haze of clarity There, over there. They are in the air. My words, my thoughts. Whisking goodbye, until next time. In waves of purification. Waters seeping into a deserted ground. Bare feet upon sharp rocks, The icy heat of blazing stones. Slowing down the record player. Turning down the vocals, Jazz, sweat…
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My Neighbor
Low on space. We need more housing. Affordable rooming or more people sharing spaces. I wonder if the man on the radio has considered bringing in the poor off the street. Sharing his milk and eggs. With those in need. It’s always the one pointing the finger. I would know. A space for two, three…
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Seamstress
The Map. You’re Map. The Cutout. Your cutout. She said follow the cut out I followed her cutout. Hard to hear over all the silence. The value of listening. The freedom of speech. Give me liberty Or detachment.
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Language Arts.
Some seek shelter in safe places. Others destroy safe places. “If you don’t speak up, you wont be heard”. Kids meal please. Courage to ask the children of time space, and allow them to respond. Many weep for the little boys. Nevertheless silenced children become menaces to freedom. Menaces to freedom of dialogue, to liberty.
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911
Wife is taken. The husband did it. I saw a movie once. Where a wife ended her life insurance policy Without telling her husband. For she suspected her husband was plotting to kill her for the insurance money. The grace period before termination was hell. ..The countdown.
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In House
Aint nowhere to play. Yall go outside. Broken glass. I’m sorry sissy. The glass door of the dining room. The scars we remember. The people, they change
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1997
Sitting on the wooden dinning chair before the stove. Hot comb heating up. Blue haze and blue magic Holding my ear for dear life. I hate the smell of burnt hair Until I miss it.
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Cantaloupe
Write on me again. Write on me again. Ride on me again. Ride on me again. Rines on me again. Rines on me again. Be right with you.
