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No Time to Lose - This poem was just published with four other poems at Anti-Heroin Chic

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No Time to Lose It's cold here. Its color, a ninja turtle orange, and only 5 days left for el Presidente Electo to inaugurate his burned hair, his head of a hijo de la chingada, his midget politician tweets. People say it's worth traveling to this Swearing In, that this kind of shit makes you grow. The thing is my body cannot stand another Jetblue seat, another Greyhound cafe. Besides, winter hurts. Its whiteness rusts the snow. Its racism confuses me, makes me feel small, like a very distant echo. Fuck it, if I go back to D.C. it's because I want to visit the Smithsonian's African American Collection. Where merchant ships loaded with shipwrecked slaves cry out my name.

No hay tiempo que perder

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No hay tiempo que perder Aquí sigue haciendo un frio color ninja turtle naranja y solo quedan 5 días para que el President Elect inaugure sus cabellos quemados, su cabeza de chingada madre, sus tweets de político enano. La gente está diciendo que vale la pena viajar a la juramentación, que esa mierda te hace crecer. Solo que mi cuerpo no aguanta otro asiento de Jetblue, otro Greyhound caf é . Además, me duele el invierno, me oxida la blancura de la nieve. El racismo me confunde, me hace sentir pequeño, me escucho como un eco muy distante. Al carajo, si vuelvo al D.C. va a ser para ir al Smithsonian donde buques cargados de esclavos náufragos me llaman.

Indigo Bunting tanka

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a male Indigo Bunting has been feeding on my eyes in the morning dark ... death, you hurt in my thinning hair