Summer Rogers

bilingual

nine stories high. nine generations deep. nine

strands outside of my head.


hummed questions and quiet response

information station and murmured details


invisible dedication and blind amour

leather paper and glass steel


hot, back-browning sun fading into artificial air

endless fields turning into a closed wall


fluorescent eyes glimmer like light peeking through slanted horizontal blinds


blinking people display or expose


me, I. self

black, period. running

my ancestor

black, period. running


I would like to thank capitalism, Europe, I haven't forgotten about you.

"manage the intelligentsia"

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