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Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Pentachrome"

[Text ID: "My longings burn me"]

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E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

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Rati Saxena, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Mountain nights"

[Text ID: “Last night / there was a dream / And / In the dream? You / You / You / And / Only you”]

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When I ask you to go on a walk

I’m asking for me to not feel this way

I see the moon uncovering against the fog

The faintest crescent

My favorite moon phase

The one that catches you by surprise

A quiet homecoming

I want summer dinner nights with electricity in the air

I want to ignore the sadness that wants me to wallow

I want to remember the beauty of catching the last few colors of the sunset

What’s another word for want?

The type of want that expands the fire in your blood?

Don’t let me forget it

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Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

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A year or two ago, I was reading about Birds of Prey in an East Bay Park pamphlet.

It said to look out for Red-tailed hawks perching on lampposts on freeways.

Ever since then my eyes search for them while I’m driving on any freeway.

I see them soaring above us like magnificent Gods in the sky or resting on the lamp posts I never noticed before.

It’s funny how when you learn something like that your whole self starts to look for that thing subconsciously.

Your being will start to witness moments most people won’t perceive.

I think happiness is like that. You have to train yourself to see it.

You have to catch it in the small fleeting moments even while you’re driving on a concrete gray highway.

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Lafayette library bookstore had some amazing finds

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Thrifting with friends is a deep love

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Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

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I feel sorry for you

You have nothing real to hold onto

On your fifth can of Budweiser you sing “God Bless America” as your liver struggles

Fuck Healthcare

Proud American

You tell us you have the right to die a slow death alone

Secluding yourself in the name of independence

Repeating lies to yourself, so they’re tattooed in blood

You learn to take what you want with force

Proud American

Do you know what giving is?

You don’t see the majesty of the Redwoods

You don’t hear the mockingbirds around you

Fear rings through your ears

You don’t see your neighbors struggling to survive

You see outsiders

Proud American

You worship fear

Praying to your gun every night

Will you ever live in peace?

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Reading June Jordan at the rose garden

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