A satellite in New York City
I call out, can anyone hear me?
Will someone listen to the anger seeping
In my skin, the burning, the bleeding
Bubbles fester, my veins are seething
Flames flash floods fire, someone cradle me softly
Slashes carved into my cheeks
Like the soil beneath my feet
Bottomed and Brown, to be excavated
Uprooted, stripped, raped and naked
One step removed, it’s easy to say
That commas delay and memories fade
But in roast and jest, I’m sensitive to spice
My scars still remind me how commas can splice
Lonely driftwood, the borders have crossed me
In untethered limbo, a shadowy destiny
Traps and terror maps built into my psyche
Haunted and drifting in unfaithful irony
Brown and queer, as I am, do you see?
Among orbiting satellites, a glorious symphony
Golden legacies, colonial chemistries
Still radio silence, can anyone hear me?
Aaron Gozum 
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