Oakland, 2012
Oakland, 2012

Cracked sidewalks produce rhythmic codes
transmitted out and through our heels
worn down by the grooves of daily patterns

There was a phone call, a confession
I realize now how you were trained to respond to me
and paternal pride: you didn’t let that break you

I reminded you that we benefited from food stamps
government cheese, “meat” in a can, powdered milk
these too kept us from breaking

When we think of each other as resources
to mine and extract that which we find valuable
it’s important to think about the manifestation of those scars

Constellations of words, revelations, testimonies
forming their own codes
woven from exaltations delicate as gossamer

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