Its hours

CJ Sommerfeld
Staff Writer

  
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

in our own city

we know all the hidden alleys

and which are gritty

chipped bricks soaked in piss

and recognize the wise man’s graffiti

apart from an international art school graduate’s
committee

commissioned to ornament

the concrete factory's exteriority

yards and vacant lots that belong to
no one

(we can take short-cuts through these)
a free-for-all rosemary bush in front
grab a bunch

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contemporaneity

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were before

those who gentrify

decided what we need

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we knew which poles didn’t come out of the ground
it was only these we locked our bikes to
are bikes too profound?

choose one unsound

we knew which fields got afternoon sun
where to lay and get undone

eat brunch

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goose shit stained the blanket’s front

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Illustration by CJ Sommerfeld