Down through the alleyways of extinction
the abandoned dirt roads where young girls
used to walk unaccompanied
wearing their silk slips outside instead of in
here we are on a lonesome blogspot.
Yes, you heard me.
All the big publishers have moved on
to the big cities
pushing boundaries they said
breaking molds they said
all I see are the shadows of identity
politiks. They took their slips and packed
their bags to make noises in the city
using the sugar daddy model of poetics
gymnastics at 4 am on some old worn
out sofa with Jazz on a streaming device.
We are out here in the country,
enjoying whatever it is you thought
you found but never even looked for
and that was: your departure.
We waited because we knew
it would pass.
https://media.sas.upenn.edu/pennsound/authors/Salah/Wexler-Studio_2-10-17/Salah-Trish_Wexler-Studio-Session_Two-Self-Portraits_2-10-17.mp3
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