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June 3, 2021

Two Poems

Han Hanif

GET LOW

after Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz


the bass guzzles and
i drink its friction. i watch
as sweat-drenched thighs throb
and ripple, slick with light to
the beat. and my eyes eat flesh

*

i fill my cup. the
floor is full of thirsty men
made of eyes. we were
all raised by the same father;
we are all the sons of eyes

 

 

FIRE


sand smouldering

screaming

a buckshot dart from an ancient star

it was summer

(they were smiling)