porch

on the porch

with the swing

in a room

full

of white people

still

speaking witch hunt

literally

god

made me do

it

the donald

told

his 15 year old

daughter

to

get breast implants

it would

help the modeling

career

millionaire collective

those people came

destroyed this place

rapacious billionaires

the millionaire collective

they got the money

lets

burn it all

and

start over

just a phase

border

“you are

the only thing I have”

then

the border guard

took away her

daughter

it is an order

from

the president

from

the attorney general

and

I cannot believe

I am

writing

this

I am

mom

eye of the spider

I want

to develop my

mother’s habits

quirky

problem

what

do you think

you are saying

for profit

detention

centers

glasses

time was a customer

I am here

to buy glasses

we have

water glasses

wine glasses

colored glasses

we even have

glasses for parfaits

supervision

that is

what

you have

maybe

   maybe I was

and

do not

want

to do that

anymore

I visited a

painting

once

and when i

left

I took some

color

stayed forever

in

my eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

single space

taking this

moment

to wonder

if

I will ever

see you

again

sunday

happy

like a bar

like a church

like a celibate

priest

is it sunday

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