Danza For Concrete

Poem

Danza for Concrete

We are the cracks in the mouths of politicians

Month-to month lease, I forgot to save the two hundred dollars to support her. 

I hear tales of food stamps gone missing, and hear about the lira as if it were truly a guitar

Somewhere in another country, there are mirrors to us. Anklet and gin

I spin the records in my tiny kitchen and let you…