Sluggish
odor of sulfur floats over the street
Engines
rev and horns honk…those arriving on the
Scene
Daily
lives interrupted by
Unseen
circumstances
Ángel’s
legs are turned in too many directions
Splayed
Later
they will be laid
In
white satin
Keens
and guttural womanish sounds, not unlike those heard at
Birth
Recorded
pipe organ and
A number
spoken out-loud
Fifteen
Quincé
Shíwū
This
Taurus child has flown
Way
too early for a boy to go home
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