Theme For Intermediate Chinese (audio only)
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for Renee Nicole Good
1988–2026
The fall is the crashing, a sudden brightness,
call it a snapping twig on a broken tree,
call it the never fulfilled promises of freedom
of returning what was stolen.
in Lewisburg Federal Penitentiary
In general population, census
is consensus—ain't nowhere to run
to in these walls, walls like a mind—
We visitors stand in a yellow circle
so the tower can frisk us with light,
finger the barrels on thirsty rifles.
I got rambling, rambling on my mind
These things collect,
my nervous system
ringing sounds of a too busy brain,
hollow silences from Africa to here, across
water slapping up the bay to where the capitol
was set in stone now being ground into sand.
A bird finds the nest inside me, flutters
into the solar plexus, and I think of the sun,
fire and hearts, what lives inside the character