Punching inwards, my ernie fist //

I hook stitches //

Punching out a glass joe, hella fragile //

I just roll with the punches //

(shattered!) //

Punching inwards, my grover fist //

I hook stitches //

Punching out a glass joe, hella fragile //

I just roll with the punches //

Visceral dreams //

Mix the dark noise with the light //

Prefix a cold sweat, empty weight //

My pillow seams sulking, sunk in //

Echolocate sun moving under eyelids coast to coast from margins //

Through blood to lines of code //

My poems fight for my humanity while i’m gone //

Return three millennia forwards //

As wage theft //

Strip-searched like leers lustful //

Still collecting checks from haitian brothers //

Still a friend per month for every half year link up //

I feel separations along language barriers //

I feel seen!