Paper Promises
The bonfire will be built in the encampments so it may burn the unhoused.
The bonfire will be built in the encampments so it may burn the unhoused.
Because you can name something, does that make it good?
And is God not a manacle
They teach you to you that revolutions are swift or that they never are.
A blue door, illuminated by our carbonated haze
And is God not a manacle
Outside the city unravels—billboards, half-built flyovers, and a guava-seller.
Prison smells different when you laugh
tragedy strikes the exhausted soul who stops to rest
I could hear the shuffle of a spotted towhee