FOUR LOKO CENTO BASS (PUT IT DOWN)
we backup vocalists
shake the asphalt
top flight harmonies
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The Park
sounds just like a baby
sighing in his sleep
Eruption
our connection
Over Whatsapp is spotty as the internet is eaten by sharks
Deep
never crossing Halsted Street
into strange, unfamiliar neighborhoods
because I know the boundaries of my world.
Bodies
the steam and gas locomotives still
Hiss as if they’re remembered
Snail Paths
We rose to the
forest wishing us
away, asking us to go
back to America.
“I remember on the bus”
I remember on the bus there is a word for a feeling
Grandview
most of my friends never
met their fathers.
The Man Who Talked to Trees
a century ago, father told me there was
an old man who had the habit of telling stories
Do you remember me,
I ask.
My words, dripping with fleeting hope, like honey from a baby's chin.