after Julie Mehretu, “A Love Supreme”
dancing directionless doodles
dirty the sidewalk of
my chalky childhood masterpieces
hazy hues of pastel
no never any match against the rain
my mind a wasteland of
faces that did not stay
a ribcage that
isn’t mine
nerves replacing memories like
loose strands of hair
a nightmare unwilling to
open my eyes
glass sweating the
perfect opportunity
my index cuts through
a path from beginning to end
my sky cries with me
obscuring visuals of
sense
my reflection a
burning city
stenciled erasers of loss
nerves as black lines
nerves anyway
nothing left to lose
my mind a wasteland
wasting supreme
love does not live here
hair around its neck
suffocation suppresses words
that
aren’t mine
my mind a wasteland
nerves as black lines
stenciled erasers of loss
a nightmare unwilling
a sky that cries with me
nerves as black lines
nerves as black lines
how did I get here
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