We are not Safe

Everywhere drafts like dead wings beating.

We reach for a language, late at night it slips over us

a giant seamless glove.  We can't get warm anymore.

Even our feet shiver and under our skin a blue longing--

like violets in the bones, like bones

abandoned to petals, to the teeth of petals.

by  BABO KAMEL
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