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Empty Sky

I know loose tongues
and roller-coasters,
I grew up
in an amusement park
of putrid smells
where I collected debris
in the image of myself
in the mirror,
which is why
when he tweets out a rant
about making America great,
I understand
the tattoo of fear
etched in the hearts
of the Black, the Syrian, the reporter
who says:
“the emperor is wearing no clothes;”
watching the man
in the baseball hat
who tilts his face, defiant,
toward an empty sky.

  Pam Laskin