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Category Archives: Lifted In The Staircases

Sun 18 Jul 01:04

-@Lovatron-

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Pistola

If you are to fall in love Then where should you stand to begin with? And when the falling’s done How bad should you plan to get injured? And if you land on your feet Do it count as a fall or a jump? And do it feel like a fall When the hands that [...]

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Mrs. Báez Serves Coffee on the Third Floor

It hunches with a brittle black spine where they poured gasoline on the stairs and the bannister and burnt it. The fire went running down the steps, a naked lunatic, calling the names of the neighbors, cackling in the hall. The immigrants ate terror with their hands and prayed to Catholic statues as the fire [...]

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Moving In Winter

Their life, collapsed like unplayed cards, is carried piecemeal through the snow; Headboard and footboard now, the bed where she has lain desiring him where overhead his sleep will build its canopy to smother her once more; their table, by four elbows worn evening after evening while the wax runs down; mirrors grey with reflecting [...]

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Arroz Poetica

I got news yesterday from a friend of mine that all people against the war should send a bag of rice to George Bush, & on the bag we should write, “If your enemies are hungry, feed them.” But to be perfectly clear, my enemies are not hungry. They are not standing in lines for [...]

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Dead Ass

In the bodega, a young girl wearing jeans so tight she has to use turpentine to get them off, says to her friends, Damn, it’s dead ass raining out! I was enamored.  Instead of cats and dogs, I pictured donkey corpses falling from the sky, clogging the gutters. That’s some “serious” rain. The song on [...]

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Ree Ree Ree

For Gia Shakur, who once told me, “One day you will shine nine shades brighter than the sun” she told me her grandmother let her cook crack on the kitchen stove as she squeezed the blunt between midnight lips exhaling a cloud of hoola-hoops twirling in the air. the space between us captured our longing [...]

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To Be

He speaks saxophone And I want to be his favorite Nina Simone song. Maybe “Feeling Good” or “Wild is the Wind”, Want him to breathe me. Let me be a memory, He will tell grandchildren about, As he becomes the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes, Proof of smiles and sunlight I want to [...]

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What The Water Gave Me (After Frida Kahlo)

The water gave me madness incessant humming blood the water remembers the torn torso melting through a seashell’s portholes the quadrangular tight-rope of death disease    slaughtered women the trade in gold and spirit of five hundred nations drifting the water remembers   the water is clarity the water remembers   offers back hurricane the water [...]

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I’m Gay And

I thought maybe I should tell my parents. then recalled all the pain my once stable, now outed friends carry (with their crutches); ruined by homophobic parenthood. youth who face adults with hellfire speech and condemnations that turn air to glass, who tumble apart like a fist full of confetti, a freshly shattered mirror, a [...]

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