Posts Tagged ‘scene’


clenched fists

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i am clenched fists, tumbling in the riptide. current dragging ankles on the silt bottom of underwater shores, the disintegration of my forefather’s merchant ships slipping beneath my heels.


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old mexican men

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old Mexican men, with thick ruddy skin and white mustaches, stand in their Carharts and green cordoroys at the bus stop. cracked-skinned hands grip blue plastic lunch coolers, which later will double for chairs on their lunch breaks at the worksite. a bar with faux Mexican, “historic,” wooden arched entrance charms customers to duck inside [...]


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