after Kennedy Yanko

I didn’t even feel the crash

felt like the worse wreck

a world ends in a year

I travel back to florida

flight picks up speed

someone golfs

& I need his money… fleeting thoughts..

it felt like the worse wreck

didn’t even feel the crash

didn’t even get paid

blackn/white chess

everything I write is not

a poem. everything I do—is

still,

he pulls me back slow, n’dead I taught

society how to live

sing, dance all too,

I’m skakespearean,

inside thinker

uselessness.

that threads through India, school..

consciousness.. pulse pulse

Guides:

write of death—or life, even. don’t tell me your

sop stories, tell me the world you see.

a slow

dismantling one.. each syllable lives

like a ballet through punctuation

tell me what you want to salvage—

I lived the the life Rumi wrote about

I touched lives through my existence

I-I-yai

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[new scene]

she did not have to be compromised.

& the men speak

I pain like a woman…