white people

make white

poems. I

might make

white poems. This

poem might

be white.

It might

claim license

to disappear or

cry (privately)

when it is


what kind

of line

should come next. If

it decides

to rest

on an expected

cadence or clever

political narrative.

It might

desert its space

on the page


the stanza turns

the corner

into a request

for dis-

occupation. It might

be absorbed into a




the ninety-nine

percent. It might

begin listing

all of the non-whiteness

accolades and accomplishments


by lines

twenty-nine and thirty.


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