The boy eats crayonstongue on paper;teeth cutting color –a forest green, a pink flesh, a sky blue.They disappear into his mouthlike cigarette tricks. Next time, he speaks,his words will be seenfrescoes flowing from his lipsforming a rainbow houselarge enough to hold him. Next time, when his mother’s boyfriend shouts“It’s the kid or me.”It will be…
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American Dreams
Frozen, blank concrete won’t hold his words;even his mind no longer hears him,only receives the slur of an unkempt, entropic lifelike the night reception of a distant stationtalking love and life in a foreign tongue. Dime – he said – or time or chime orthe breeze takes itas he counts his grungy pennies, quarters, nickelswith…