It’s a chance to carry the sun
stop the baroque 
hold time with similarities
so he can cease gambling his seeds
for a night to feel human
and she confront her shadows
she feed as friends
clothe as homegirls.


It’s a chance to carry the sun
crack his sunglasses so he can cry
stop covering it with hot sauce
and taste the stench
stop the music
drop your ears to the ground and hear the drums
instilled deep.

blaze a unified path
together.