here we are. winning.
by a margin way too slim.
at least we win her.


here we are. winning.
by a margin way too slim.
at least we win her.


your majority
is as fleeting as winter
during climate change

Vamos a ganar
with this American map
he knows nothing of

every moment counts
and he has read my soul here
with these three small words
every election:
because they are so diverse
urbanites vote blue

all it really takes
is a short conversation
with someone different
my sweet, restful pup
doesn’t care who wins the vote
(only that he’s loved)

walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope



a small taste of truth
in every word of their songs
(i can watch from here)

tried to woo them here
but only a few have come
so this is my life

fog dawn this morning
it won’t even really rain
just tears. and fires.


hours of phone calls
texts pleading in languages
i don’t even speak

setting up my room
with a yardstick and some hope
ready for today


social media
comments on our lack of space
(century-old school)
2020 wins.
after this, i just give up.
no one came to school.

to walk empty halls
without the student voices
cold. slow. loveless. death.