i am leroy clarke
and i am a chief
i’m painfully precise
and journey from
under d’feet
in defeat
to the top of
el tucuche
i don’t know
how to quote
with my fingers
and i don’t take applause
i once had cork bottles
in a cupboard
and i mixed the colors
trying to match
my skin
i read a book of
love letters
and now i’m a poet
so if my ex-wife
calls to say
hello leroy,
how are you?
i would say
still in love with you
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