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Winners wear medals on top of pyramids
and look down at the losers,
though some say winners only look ahead of themselves,
always trying to find a way to achieve more,
never content to win once, starving to find crumbs of
the essence of success only to consume it whole and move
on. I escaped from citizenship in order
to speak out, grappling at the hope for freedom and free will.
Read Morei.
The ocean hasn’t stirred
in two months.
We’ve been watching
one another.
Read MoreI wore you on my sleeve, but
Mother warned I’d outgrow clothes
Long after they’d outgrown me.
And here we are—
Dimly lit skies; dark horizons in the dead of night.
This road on which we stand and spar
Has grown us both, and now will starve
My dreams and every sleep will host its feast upon my feeble mind.
I memorized each crease
On concrete slabs that laid and now will play as
Steps that walk on me.
And here we are—
I see the stars, and yet you focus on the black that lies between.
You once said my flaws were petty fragments;
Now those flaws are canyon-wide gaps between
Who I am, and who, by now, you thought I would have been.
Leave and I will stand here on the street
To watch you march along this sphere
Until you walk back into me.
And here I’ll stay.
My mother dyes her hair on Sundays,
takes the steely grey out of her curls.
All the gleam that framed her so strikingly,
flooded with a youthful blackness,
a fresh shade of ‘carbon’.
Read MoreI made a home out
of abandoned promises—
bricks balanced on bone.
We are an inverted roof
—a flood waiting to collapse.
