they were a
pronoun housed in a body floating down a river of saltwater.
don't we all
wanted to be naked and unbothered
he didn't work,
she didn't work, we were all together, many of them, the we, the they
is my sorrow more
or less
is my sorrow real
or religious
is my sorrow mine
it was a loose
call that day, anyone could be seen by anyone
what suits to wear
into the courtroom
what cabanas and
beach
on a bad day, the
stares
on a good day, the
stares
in the country,
out about
and around the
city
eyes stab eyes
make sore limbs
what space, what
shrinking
under eyelids they
could be a threat in a brain
not hard lines
they will not participate
violence is a
magnet leaned away from on the daily
to have these
hips, to have this beard,
so we can hold our
shoulders
this sweet face
says
take real
care
make us
invincible
want
me
4.23.13
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