Billboard Dreams
by rosangelica.
feeling worthless
still uplifted you
quinoa eggplant
tomato soup
took trips
bronx buildings
Jamaican grandma
victim of a crime
eye tears
subtle soliloquy
ready to pull
the emergency brake
the billboard we
always looked at
hoping one day
it would be ours
above the stadium
we can have
can be
something
extension of you
submerging in
pink matter
without question
you took what was not yours
and owned it.
