i can too easily see myself in sepia—
toes reaching for the dirt,
empty eyes reflecting the sun,
my neck stretched out to greet heaven—
i’ve never been taller.
—a neighborhood where his father had calloused his soles
on unpaved boulevards,
closed off from the world by Southern mentality.
the train had brought us back downtown,
a re-claim staked at center court.
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I must’ve dug in too deep,
dug my nails in until my heart bled
and stained all over your white.
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