During the war
we slept
on the kitchen floor
with jackets for blankets
we used corn for rice
and beans for pepper
we used sand for paper
drawing long lines
with sticks
in the wet mud
as the tide rushed out
We used red for blue
and yellow for green
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No More Masters
The bones are really breaking inside of me and I have no one left to conceive of no imagination to dry up no silence to feign I have no fore...
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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