Books and characters

On black sisters street: Sisi

You exit dreams with
a trail of hope, caged like a torn
sepia photo tucked

in a man’s jeans, tweaked
by fart, by time, ambition. As
the world smirks with scorn,

dusting its horrid
design off a shelf slanted by
too much paper where

old dreams were inked, piled,
forgotten over again. As
you find one to blame.

LARDO