i, like my cheap heels on those gritty sidewalks, never stand a chance
transcendental miracles
i pray to saints i never knew i loved
winter beaches on fire
hands clenching three blue dahlias
an offer to shiva tonight
i wrote hundreds of your names in permanent marker
hair covered in soft yellow cotton i face east
i want to kiss the faces of strangers
magnificent sea, immaculate prison
beautiful ghetto on spiritual dirt
asked every god i know for there to be silence
with the hope that one remembered me
i called on ancestors and deities
lit incense and left fruit at your window
they could not hear me
godless city
i watched you burn
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