Terrance Hayes
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Poem for The New Yorker
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‘American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin’ by Terrance Hayes
I only intend to send word to my futureSelf perpetuation is a war against TimeTravel is essentially the aim of any religionIs blindness the color one sees under waterBreath can be overshadowed in darknessThe benefits of blackness can seem radicalBlack people in America are rarely compulsiveIs forbidden the only word God doesn’t knowYou have to…
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