Trick of Light

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.


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I am a writer currently working out of the New York area. View all posts by mw2828

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