12:10 am

i'm a reluctant participant
in this life of mine at times
figure it's worth a cup of salt
water first thing in the morning
the world is on fire, blood on
the ground and military coups
in the making against a dark sky
how many lives actually matter
during a torrential downpour
we are lost pieces in a battle
steeped in a reactionary war
who really lurks in the shadows
promising bullet holes and bombs,
the world is on fire while the taste
of salt lingers on my tongue
there is no boogie man, only fear
and the inability to sleep alone

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Cloud Gazing on Coney Island Beach

stumbling

she wears a dress
color of ripe melon
flesh to hide the pink
sunburn on her pale
white skin, clever girl.

my niece wants
to grow up and
keep the planes
of her changing
body flat, angular,
to be a clever boy.



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