for Marta
on the curled edge of touch
sits a ribbed smile
a cocked squint
and a question
if i am here
a sigh opens
out of vacuum-packed focus
spoke in the cadence
of notes
pinned to bubble coats
towards fall
this is story
about dandelions
gracing train tracks
and bullies and crushes
sealed in the same lunchable
sketched and shaded with drama
smooth darkenings
the faith of gestures
crooked lovability
lives somewhere in here
like a knock up challenge
peter pan brand temptation
here
wherever you are
is the curled edge of tough
where i can be anyone
if i fight for it
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Marta sustains a livable space called the InterCultural Resource Center at Columbia University.
Read all about it here.
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