It was hotter then. It was darker. No sir, it was whiter. Just pick up a paper. You would never suspect 66% of the population was invisible. You would never even suspect any of its people were nonwhite until an elusive Negro was arrested in Chicago or the schedule for the annual Negro Fair was published or
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Recorded at the Chancellors Reading, Poets Forum 2014. NYU Skirball Center.
Night: wears itself away clouds too dense to skim over the shear granite rim only a moment before someone sitting in a mission chair convinced 101% convinced she could see into her very cells with her unassisted eyes even into extremophiles even with the light dispelled until the mind sets sail into its private interval of oblivion a hand falls from its lap a pen drops to a carpet a stand of leaves whispers as if to suggest something tender yet potentially heart robbing Sequel: to a dream in which faces flare up fuse dissolve but there is a lot of color before their vanishing and a name for such phenomena that comes from the belly of a lamb rather not a lamb anymore from the stomach of a particular canny but kind and blind-from-birth ewe for Susie Schlesinger