Megan Burns - A Project (Day 23) lyrics

"the writer you are in relation to the d**hs you have experienced..." -Lil Wayne "a moment of terror/ happening every day she/ every day forgets." -Anne Carson fielded children in the wayside, a gathering so they squared brick by brick a city is a drumming, where you congregate, where you push back & here, a culture slips streeted beats, it is irreverent, then too the martyrdom of being skinned & of being gendered & of being bodied in a place that crumbles, in the ruins where we built up from disaster now the arc is towards white plains swept clean the erasing of doubt how to monster what we feared what was invisibility is now too clear occluded: can you build a big enough cage to hold the rage one by one escaping is a poor tool for making you break down the master demos for a moneying forget the places that etched clay red dust into your soles you carry around the bullet hole that got away here dying in dozens and dozens & the ones that get away, sent away, back & back to Angola a city is where your life span is 18 a city is where old age for certain men is a never arriving space