The Landscape There Is So Very Jagged...

Where I'm from there are houses walled off with cinderblock
Certain borders, certain houses, certain neighbourhoods

Conspicuously topped with upward-reaching shards of broken glass
Yet they're aberrant only outside of context
(And the air is spiky, sharp)

I can't help but dwell in this night-soaked harbour
Sitting by the dock and facing towards the blue

Relishing in shivers at the fragile notion
That the other biases nearby can't perceive what's wrong with me

I know I'm labouring to breathe, nostrils flared
There is a tight contraption entrenched in my jaw

A still back of a head tells no more than it means to take back

A denture of inward-reaching shards of broken glass
Grasping my mouth shut
Rigid like a lashing caiman's bite

I can't help but dwell in this night-soaked harbour
Sitting by the dock and facing towards the blue



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Writer(s): Kaleb Gonzalez
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