Kevin Young Poems

HAVENT HEARD FROM YOU IN AGES STOP LOVE YOUR
LATEST SHOW STOP THIS NO PHONE STUFF IS FOR BIRDS
LIKE YOU STOP ONCE SHOUTED UP FROM STREET ONLY
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To allow silence
To admit it in us

always moving
Just past
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I am hoping
to hang your head
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RUN AWAY from this sub-
scriber for the second time
are TWO NEGROES, viz. SMART,
an outlandish dark fellow
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Lady, won't you wait
out the hurricane
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Waking early
with the warming house
my grandmother knew what to do
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There's a way a woman
will not
relinquish
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The light here leaves you
lonely, fading
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Crashing
again—Basquiat
sends fenders
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is music is men
off early from work is waiting
for the chance at the chair
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