October 4, 2016

My hope scatters like sawdust

from the blade. Walk backwards,

collect every grain of sand.

This is for your soul, when the levee

finally broke. It broke out of spite for 

your flesh stopping up the fractures.

For your backbends with bricks heavy

in your chest. Your sleepy-eye...

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