noonday chatter mesmerizes post-
hurricane sugar weather
flavored breeze coats cars
colors debris
skirts swing weightless
perpetually above the knee
we court greatness in walks
in these moments
horizon above the park like
pork pressing cilantro in a banh mi
and cabbies stretch aimlessly
carnivorous
down hostile grids softened by the laughter
of new lovers and swaths of fast food
cartilage caught in the hereafter of
unswept midday avenues
hipster coffee bustles across
200 tour guides praying to Mecca
spilling out of the storefront temple reuniting with
400 shoes
feels like paying dues to a loanshark
blues
these
days
carrying on feeling like last call
carrion
constantly summoning new frequencies
to glide sanity off of like a skipped stone
all gathered together yet
somehow completely alone
when I collect what's severed
i'm organizing what's known
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