cavities
you are
too generous dear
for their sharp teeth

they'll go to the dentist
fill up their cavities
from giving into
too much candy

as they walk pridefully
with ice white smiles

and you now
have dentures



language-view
as i look
from up above
my body moves
with sets of eyes
following its shape
its current state
driving into air
elevated arms
fingers tilted to be
alive and well,
well,
i speak much
too plenty, yes
no, not with the right tongue
or the left
the words are yours
or my mind’s own, now
full of the things
i know
i see
i bathe in it
with no verbal ways
what i cannot say



the F-train
stepping on the platform,
we got into the f-train

sitting down in a row
facing a man
laying down,
trying to get warm

the saliva dripped from his tongue,
and mouth
looking me in the eye through his dark lashes

staring, in a confronting way
as if to say,
you are damned for looking down at me
you are damned for not being me

he spit,
dropped his bag,
with nothing to lose,
or have

next stop, Rockefeller Center
a typical friendship entered
as the man laid there, they sat
not giving a damn,
with big slices of pizza in hand

they sat,
chatted,
ate, and walked away

not a minute later,
the man stirred,
and cursed

he damned them; in the direction they went
over and over again



dust driven
25 kilos of thoughts echo here
kept alone
our heads
you must only let it roam around a little
she said

it’s the weight of letting things settle
into the wallpaper and murals of a room
that’s when we really embed
into a home

you carried yards worth of hands
towards the dumping grounds
although you tell
that it wasn’t ever in vain
for what they carried

maybe, I’d deem it dangerous
to carry around
you might
send them on their way
direct your nose up into the air
smell the dust driven by push
and pull back when you move

say
this is where I’ll be
in this air, minute, smell and sound
because that’s how
you’ll get bound to a place
and where the rest is carried away
make room
the next,
you say
will be put on a pedestal​​​​​​​



sample streets
she sits with her right
foot strong
and the other leaning
left foot on its side
a little lopsided, maybe
salt it, prod it
glint with the corner
not with your mouth
act as you
and close
when his do
cross your legs to be gracious
with heels stuck
to yours
and only little love still

to hand it out in samples
in little bottles that say:

try me

and then decide





                            
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