“to assume love where none exists” –J. Weiners
been left waiting in the all along
canal birded watched the water spill
this land concrete to broken path to here
where grew weeds to rust and back again
neighborhood fringed with death
this gun barrel mouths my next
what can you trust
to die young like every other young
martyred in t-shirts
save a day for a light walk binding
the flow from shot metal muzzles
warm kisses the very breath
that keeps you under
tuned to the pitch
and you sing like a mothering
you sing like your life depends on it
you sing and crawl your way up out of the cavern
of death called this ward
curdling dreams
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