You drop
Your body and become. "I...

Sitting on the border wall
and looking at the moon...

The migratory ache,
one day for you, one day for...

Your poetry was
a hyphenated struggle...

Privy to my crypt
O paragon...

The tiger in the woods
waits...

Unnaming pro-lifers, I
was ready to imitate...

To understand the life
after the flames die, I will...

Half your young age,
violence comes in choppers...

To erase your subtle pangs.
You become ingrained in verses...

This one-sided
dumb feeling, rising...

The art of faking
will not come to me...