Poems from maya.morales
Staccato-ed and fleeting in full,
the lulling beat somehow lazy
hazily sauntering away
honeyed notes broken on the pavement like sparkling...
Manhattan morning singed,
sincerely mourning twins;
twinging; gingerly lingering
in remembering ringing
smoke and suffering and silence and...
rise, still, from the
left-hand corners of my papers;
black letters;
better to read poetry in fifth grade history, shouting;
I
was named...
you peer
savagely leering,
strings of pearls dripping
from your gaping clamshell mouth
like spit
spit the words on the back of my legs...