Cell

From the edge of this

crowded theater,

Iā€™m hedging my promises

to be

in this moment.

I sit and squirm over

the brick burning in my pocket.

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Angel Eduardo
Memoracle

I.

Silence is broken from glass shattered down

Bellies spew curses that bounce from the walls

Hostility wakes children in the midnight hour

The clocks stop at midnight for days in this house

As shingles and tiles give way to rotting foundations

The house falls to hideousness

Reflecting its tenants

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Angel Eduardo