She says, “Just hum me a few bars” — as though you were the one in charge of this gig.
Sound like flesh warms the back of our necks, fills that space between vertebrae and skull.
All day I bundled my strength in my lantern room and shone.
I know a lot about empty skylines and the land that has become a hollowed belly.
They’re taking things away from you, those hidden elites, those threatening other-colored others.
