the success storyyou are a success storythe success story5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
ended on a page of gold
and even if you don't have a final word,
we'll let it be your deepest breath.
you take my voice
between your teeth
and speak for me,
through chicken scratch poetry
on the back of grocery lists and receipts,
through my cursive O's attempting unity
with all the other letters in my last name.
and for all I know,
for all I know,
I am a chartless continent
still clinging to Pangaea
in an Atlas.
I am converged words
and their ink
in your favorite book,
and I still aspire
to take you to a paper castle
on the last page.
and yes, you are blindfolded glory,
but the wealth of sunlight falls across
your vision in all its worth.
you are strength walking backwards,
and still you're the person I see
being whatever and whoever you desire
and remembering every name they give you.
you are the success story
told as if a fairytale
because you let down your hair
and then send it away to chilly nights.
you lose glass slip
The Boy in a Sweater of TearsI saw a boy in a sweater made of tears and dirt,The Boy in a Sweater of Tears5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Held together with earthworm stitching (they were still wriggling).
He had a toy in his hand made from the bones of an animal;
Fingers bloodied and calloused from where he cut himself on the teeth of it.
He smiled out from behind his saline muddy hood.
Are you my father?
I walked away with no misgivings though this face was familiar.
I tossed a coin over my left shoulder and said something condescending like
Have a gum ball on me, kid.
I put in my headphones and I was lost in my world of rhythm and melody.
The sound of quick feet emanating behind me.
I turned and he was there, hand outstretched.
I patted my pockets as if to say