black don’t
crack but
cracks do
black and
brown and
blue and
green the
cement bursting
at the
seams seems
like society
crumbling under
the weather
and irrepressible
wonders of
the underworld
both black
all black
thru and
thru every
crack a
reclaiming of
open darkness
within me
and you
wet and
struggling to
breathe choked
by the
weight of
dreams for
a clean
slate and
a clean
state the
cracks are
coaxed into
existence by
queer waters
we just
soaks the
scabs they
call concrete