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Three Poems
Tongo Eisen-Martin
Somewhere on the west coast, the third neighbor over doesn’t care about Maroon history… / and you’ve gone and forced his hand. This whole city started with an arranged strata / matrimony. Middleclass-ness, if the sky were to belong in a poem. The seat next to me is a place / of panic.
e-flux Journal
Posted: March 4, 2021
Category
Religion & Spirituality
Subjects
Poetry, USA, Police & Prisons, Law & Justice, Blackness, Whiteness, Art Activism, Class, Violence, State & Government