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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Hugging Oprah Under the Streetlight

I woke up
hugging Oprah
underneath the Fifth St.
streetlight.

When I asked what was wrong
she shrugged off my words.

And when I said it was OK
she told me her
Uncle took her.

Yellow lighting around her face.

Hugging arms felt.

I woke up
opening my eyes
on my mat
remembering there was something
about her family,
only a watcher in
her

a
m

days.

Love
Light
to Miss O.


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