Saturday, December 17, 2016



To my Enemy:
A face to face.

To Insomnia:
Pears or apples.

To the Endless Wait:
A white South African warden asleep
outside a diamond mine.

To the Classroom:
A watch,
the sobriety of water.

To Distance:
The little I still remember about Omar,
furtive glow,
naked wet body trapped
in the precincts of my pupils.

To love:
A truce
& another truce

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