Saturday, January 1, 2011








and i just don't want to be a coward anymore
is what i should have wrote

and asked why i feel so comfortable and uncomfortable
at the same time
in the same place

why i feel so like a man
and so unlike aman
amen

and Allah i ask
i bid i beg i question
i sweet-talk with
hair slicked back

under the boardwalk
sung in spanish
over the radio

i kneel down
eyes closed
hands folded

while a room
full of myself
punishes me

and over a cup of coffee i realize
she has already been already been dead for ten years

and everything goes on the same
as it always has

me in my cold-sweat shirt
and you standing over me

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