The People's Poet Tony Robles–SF Art commission award winning Author of cool don't live here no more and fingerprints of a hunger strike

Jeepney

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It’s warm inside
Your belly
Your womb
Of Bagoong

You carry us as
We suck the warm
Sticky sweet sour
Air clinging to our
Bones

We swim in your
Belly in stillness
That moves the
Entire earth, balancing
Sun and moon and
Disturbing the tides
In the sudden eruptions
Of laughter that leaves
Traces in the form of
Question marks

We cram our stories,
Our lives, our scent, our
Ascent, our descent
Our fluidity and contortions
And resourcefulness in
The area the size of
A coin

Passing from hand
To hand, our fingerprints
A faded record of days
As the exchange continues,
Back and forth, forth and
Back

A glance
A blink
A yawn
A stare

Kept in seams
That aren’t what
They seem as
The sweat collects

The space in your
Womb expands

And you keep
A part of
Us

Before releasing
Us

From your
Womb

(C) Tony Robles 2017.

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