27 Jul HOODIE
Hoodie
Fibers stitched
darkness like tone
of skin,
his
total blackout.
This zipper
tends to get stuck on
rainy
days like this.
One sleeve holding stately can
cellphone in the other.
Pocket containing
rain-bow,
chase-
Footsteps, heavy.
Staunch breath
of
assumption.
‘Fucking punk’
calls it in,
my string
pulled so hard,
almost rip
bear trap
tug
of war
back & forth,
over what?
Scrape
fallen, yoked
gotten.
Hole shot
through dark fibers.
His taken
not
mistaken
Identity.
Justice lynched.
Maybe on
this day
he
should have worn
white
instead.
Hoodie
Fibers stitched
darkness like tone
of skin,
his
total blackout.
This zipper
tends to get stuck on
rainy
days like this.
One sleeve holding stately can
cellphone in the other.
Pocket containing
rain-bow,
chase-
Footsteps, heavy.
Staunch breath
of
assumption.
‘Fucking punk’
calls it in,
my string
pulled so hard,
almost rip
bear trap
tug
of war
back & forth,
over what?
Scrape
fallen, yoked
gotten.
Hole shot
through dark fibers.
His taken
not
mistaken
Identity.
Justice lynched.
Maybe on
this day
he
should have worn
white
instead.
Paul LaTorre is a 25-year old poet/teacher from Newark, NJ. He currently resides in Montclair, with his soon-to-be-wife, Melissa and their 2 cats, striped turtle and leopard gecko. A graduate of Bloomfield College, with a BA in Creative Writing, he is working on attaining his MFA in Creative/Professional Writing, starting this fall. Paul’s aim is to one day soon be a professor of Creative Writing and Poetry. His two crowning achievements as an undergrad were receiving the Joyce Carol Oates Award for Creative Writing, as well as founding ‘the Live Poets Society’, an organization formed to cultivate and further an appreciation and formulation of poetry at Bloomfield College. Paul’s poetry is a sprawling, elliptical whirlwind combining wordplay, syllabic rhythm, topical issues and pop culture references. Often personal, but also tends to toe the line on commentary on many divisive social issues
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