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Divining Gloves by Ako Castuera
Divining Gloves by Ako Castuera

“Burst of orange bombs shatter the tranquil skyline”
was the only thing I could think of last week
to describe the sunrise over the Financial District
after traveling three years across the East Bay Bridge
a witness to the construction and now its destruction.
“I wish I knew how to say good-bye to you” was a way
to compartmentalize desire after watching a worker
steal bites of their lunch for breakfast. Always realizing,
or is it remembering, that these feelings are not new.
Wedged between these thoughts, the radio told me the Swiss
had bought the leading producer of the heartland’s chocolate
in between stories of Syria, Iraq, and economic forecasts.
A confession of a shocked customer revealing they weren’t
going to stop their daily routine no matter who owned production.
These truths are the only way to understand how gravity influences
our daily lives, a routine showing progress and distance.

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