Sweat (For Midtown Tenants)

This afternoon

I sweated black


Somehow the night

Formed beads

And collected in the

Folds of my skin and

Places where the sun

May yet shine


It collected in my

Body, sopped up by

Fingers, thumbs, in

An attempted to hide


It was sweat that refused

To be swift, sweat that

Took its sweet time


But I couldn’t hide

The blackness of my

Sweat, the sweat of

My blackness


The gleam and

Pearl like voices sprouting

Up like a field of black

Mushrooms over the shadow

Stretch of skin


Each bead ready

To pop


Today I sweated



A symphony of



Ready to



In the unfolding

Of my skin



© 2015 Tony Robles


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