Dream #6: Isaac
Gabriel Ojeda-Sague
Miss me: the face is split into three,
but unionizing, page four.
You are full of yolk, family secrets,
dirty shit, cheap shoes
Miss me: the face is split into three,
but unionizing, page four.
You are full of yolk, family secrets,
dirty shit, cheap shoes
When McKenzie from down the street died
I told my dad I was biking to his house
to explore it & he didn’t stop me. I biked there
but couldn’t go inside
Somehow thought dancing
with moves I learned from a video game
would make the other kids forget my mom
wasn’t black.
It all comes back to the moon.
To the glimmer
of billions of lighthouses
transposed.
I calle your bODYE the wayepoiinte I clall it the FINAL BOSSE
but the finale bosse is my bodye I knoae the goale is still finallye SINGKING
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