>"M.I.A. at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in 2009" or "eating a truffle-flavored French fry"

>i dont know much about communism
its red invocations, as cannon fire
the freckled innocence running amok
on a sweltering early summer afternoon

trying to learn
about something unrelated, unwillingly
tied to the aforementioned, concept
belief, idiosyncratic blaze, i place my clover

my finger, a thumb, over her militiristic
headwear & when i release
turning the page, something is new
unexpected, as in wrong, but here we are

my thumbprint rakes her covered eyes
pulls the ink from her shadow, children
loosing their innocence into the intrepid humidity.

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