Wide digital almost sky

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Wide digital almost sky

there was no other pretense enunciation
for Heather
In My Silence To Justify
For Years
Afterward
In My Country
Sadiiqii

we’re sitting in dark corners smoking
the middle of the day
sitting in dark corners talking in low tones
middle of night
in dark corners filled with our dead
hours into centuries
the dead who are also tucked away in dark corners
as if they’re thinking
as if they’re quietly reading the situation
as if almost an air of self-satisfaction
walking our women home at night
confident nothing’s wrong
our women who’re acting uptight
nervously pretending nothing’s wrong

AuthorCraig Czury
2018-08-21T17:23:23+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments