I spent your birthday in Paris
while I did not wish you well
I danced
sweat and cigarette smoke
blisters
still ruin(ed)
a moving body, a foreign
unaware unsettled
put un before
it all
the weight of those black drums
on a moving ship to Cape Verde
all those American ‘goods’
in search of
recovery.

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