two unrelated poems--wh, 2015/02/27

hot
i am walking down a street
across M. Capital
high noon
not a single murderer for miles
(and neither am I)
only a bunch of black kids
surround me
a sweet girl asks me
are you black or white?
i open my eyes wide
and answer
i don't know
what do you think?

(they don't know
should they?)

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lady luck blows at me
a cloud of green butterflies
i smile

people salivate
insist:
say something
i say
nothing

green butterflies
fly away
far far away
i turn my pockets inside out
lay down on a lawn
gaze at familiar grass
it touches my nose
and i say
nothing

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