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kali ma (she’s with us on the subway)

May, 2017

I pick up a gray skinned woman on the subway

    just then the boombox starts to fizzle

     Kring Kring Kring Hing Kring

    we dance together

and let our tongues loll out

Dakshine Kalike

    teeth sharp, eyes blood red.

     we two are unalike creatures

    Kring Kring Kring

a wasted white pressed against plump brown. 

    her head rolls back, jerking towards the scuttling tracks

     Hring Hring Hung Hung

    she will die soon

maybe me too


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