Maurice Carlos RuffinPoetry
Damn the sun, let’s just go. My friend Dee said. So we sprinted, the sweat-soaked air pressing our skin as if a rag in our mother’s hand. This heart hammers. This small heart made to collapse. All I want is to lie like the grasses. But she embraces me with her eyes, arms pumping, I […]
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