Charlottesville (and remembering Emmett Till)

Salt water gathers

In the corner

Of slitted eyes,

Slides down

Rounded

brown cheeks

Waiting

To spill,

Hanging

Like a noose.

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The Runners

Lineage
Issei to yon
Running.
Past and futures
Erased, eliminated.
Broken ties,
tied nooses
Old history,
New name,
Life begins
Anew.

Homecoming

Mourning
Losses and dreams
Dead
Two mothers gone
One by choice,
The other chosen
Fate’s
Laughter echoes
As we bow
Our heads
Our hearts
Reflect
Regrets
Say goodbye