I was invited down sixth avenue to the dinner table where they were able to determine my past without my permission. I said tell me who I am stranger. But you should know my grandparents spoke a different language. And have you ever felt a summer in Queens? Our shadows always seemed longer in the heat. Shadows like kings. Like the shadows were real and our bodies the trick of light.
August 11, 2014
Trick of Light
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