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I CAN SLEEP IN YOUR HEART LINE

Becoming a fox with no sense
of smell, a shadow wandering, lying
in cemeteries as churches are bolted,
resting my head on my world, the morning
light weighing the same as the gravestones,
starting, startling, at every sound,
praying for ghosts to steal the loneliness,
heart cracking at the joke God is playing,
my stuff snatched and my soul taken,

walking for weeks, for weeks, for weeks,
weak from carrying my bag on my back,
avoiding street-mates hooked on crack,
Christmas and New Year’s spent on a bridge,
pissed passers-by pissing on me,
policemen nicking me, the occasional good day if a mate
chucks me cash, lets me crash
at their place, as long as they’re away,
then I’m out alone again.

Keep me, please, anywhere will do,
tucked away like an old note, concealed
as a heartbeat, I’m so small
even a clavicle is fine,
make a fist,
I can sleep in your heart line.

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Thank you so much Sam for your continued support and collaboration with LatinosUSA (English Edition). You know you are always welcome here.

AND… If you are a poet and would like to see your poetry featured here on LatinosUSA (English Edition), all you have to do is contact me, Francisco Bravo Cabrera (poetry editor) with your poem and a brief bio. (ArribaPamplona@gmail.com)

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