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For my Untitled Series

Sheridan Neighborhood at night, 2021. Taken by Yours Truly.

the margins of my books are
brimming with my commentary
in a language only close friends
can decipher, amidst the audible
disgruntled scoffs from my entitled
spectators
the footnotes of my essays spill
forth used coffee filters and used
Kleenex sullied by spittle when
my tormentors lurk outside my
door
i raise a flag i stitched from the
scraps they left me — jokes on them,
i designed a grey, unfurled proclamation
an…