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The same forces...

(Originally published in spring of 2017)


the same forces, etched into your great-grandfather’s brow, monotone by the grime of would-be soil


the same forces keeping Angel, sinewy and fierce, locked up even though he’s just a boy


the same forces your Auntie sighs across the table, indefinitely, wheezing under the weight of doing every thing, for every one


the same forces, paralyzing that woman, on the corner, who sits like clay until dark, when she crumbles into shadow


the same forces, steeping in anger at softness where a man should be hard


the same forces


the same


forces


the same

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