tahare pore mone,
between the lines from the textbooks,
highlighted for the generations,
the cigarette strutting,
dusting the crater
at the peak of a wrist
with rubble,
untied locket ribboned at the mouth
stamped on veins bifurcating into rivulets,
being summoned at the levees,
turned away at the knuckle—
crystalizing into cinder.

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