what floats? joana pushing smoke into the sunbeam punch thru blind, up skinny like oil on top of latex -stir it up. ghalib
on a temporal pass this afternoon swept homelessness & doom from the futon for a few minutes then the next big boom
caught in the alley, sirens mocking sun feathers dusting wet bricks. barefoot she
rubs her scabby knees, sucks her thumb as the soldier puts down the gun from the dark well where she's hidden watches
as he pulls out a small red container, removes the lid holds stem to lip her wide eyes wider she reaches for breath he blows bubbles into the sky she sees one at her red finger tip hope floats by.
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