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The memory is fading, throbbing the unsteady streets, my steady steps determined circles I thought I would want to remember like a heart-attack victim on a Mediterranean diet for him and I our biggest mistake is our genes and our money (real or imagined) One punch is not enough in the darkness it evaporates it rings hollow like defeat One punch is not enough to rid the filth off his face to make the ground still under my vigilant eyes Safety first, humanity after that's what it is to be a woman One punch is not enough but its a start

Homecoming was supposed to be a detour

the hum and crackle of a headphone that's survived underwater like a broken lung or a noisy wrapper an intrusive whisper like three friends back-packing through justice self-doubt, guilt and longing they go together like graham crackers and soda enough to get you by but they'll always know you're a foreigner you try too hard you laugh too loud you have manila envelopes in your mind to categorize each 'adventure' into the mundane into the disengenuous It's where all the cool kids go while they're still young you always thought you'd be back with more patience and more money once you manage to stop falling asleep to blue-lit rooms

Double-lock, double-jeopardy

Vine a aqui para encontrarme and it worked but I'm back from where I was looking out from From this distance I see myself for what I am One and One don't make me full I am a composite, a tapenade crushed organs, pinch of longing staring at my shoes feeling without awareness that I am not like the other children Here in the marketplace behind a double-lock where the mountains reach the horizon I am not like the other children A splash of paint an artist's last minute thought a presence quite not fitting but lingering I accept this body made of shadow I accept this identity grasping at memories that never were that resists the dress-size I never was very good at reciting allegiances I never was very good at getting the headmaster's approval I watched the lines be smudged by the presence a fussy girl I thought there was a place where I fit the grid I'll mount the line right foot on red, left food on blue green to yellow, arm to arm chest fo heart face to faces I'll...