A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

11, 12

I don’t know how I came to
be chosen as one of the
guardians of the city
whose vision lands on the same
point from every direction
“I talk to my, like, fellow
brujas” semispherically


The feeling when waking up
I’ve lived a whole life I won’t
ever have access to: stork-
dropped delicately in my
own bed, feeling rested as
a stranger. “That means stories.”
Suddenly, everything changed.

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