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
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
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
