on my back
looking up
at the sky
words in darkness
letters like smudges
left by fingers
dipped in light
constellations
form a crude calligraphy
of gang names and memorials
in angelic script
floating and leaving no trace
on my back
looking up
at the sky
words in darkness
letters like smudges
left by fingers
dipped in light
constellations
form a crude calligraphy
of gang names and memorials
in angelic script
