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dangling frays

April 17, 2016 2 Comments

I listened to some poets today, and the Mexican poet read a poem about prejudice against his people, and the black poet read a poem about oppression against his people, and one white poet read a poem about depression, and another hated most people, so he proclaimed, while one fellow read a poem about being black–when he wasn’t, and they all wore proud, colorful flags until ragged tatters and dangling frays, and they shouted veiny, red-faced spittle, thrusting young fists into the compliant, fluorescent emptiness, as I watched wondering– who my people might be– feeling rather gray.

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  1. Maureen says

    April 17, 2016 at 6:05 pm

    I believe I know your people.

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    • Eric says

      April 17, 2016 at 8:54 pm

      You just might..

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