rain three mornings straight and i warm in bed transported by narcissistic raindrops morse coding suppressed histories of other mornings in colder rooms exploring the universes of DC and Marvel from a cardboard box beneath my bed holding pubescent friends dark knights and men of steel buffers from a reality forced to face daily that there were only white winners and latin losers there was no gray- hormone fueled, hard honed, stilleto sharp survival there was no other way
Joseph A Farina is a retired lawyer and award winning poet, in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada.His poems have appeared in Philedelphia Poets, Tower Poetry, The Windsor Review, and Tamaracks: Canadian Poetry for the 21st Century. He has two books of poetry published ,The Cancer Chronicles and The Ghosts of Water Street.
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