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~my brothers & I were ashamed & afraid~
~living in the West Denver Housing Projects in the sixties~
~it wasn’t the taunting of turf bullies that scared us~
~we were poorer than the people there~
~hiding out~living with our auntie~
~had to keep our noses clean & mouths shut~
~if someone snitched us out for being there~
~we’d be tossed out~then what~

~Cats' Eyes~

 ~cats’ eyes stare~
~from under cars~
~I used to shoot them~
~when I was a boy~
~rounds of four-hole~
~& poison when you reached it~
~five-pot in the middle~
~I remember circles~
~drawn with crooked sticks~
~in fresh summer dirt~
~steelies & aggies~
~hot sun & glass orbs~
~ball-bearings far from the wound~
~of their greased sleeves~
~pockets worn into holes~
~bare feet and stone bruises~
~wrestling in the housing projects~
~with brown children~
~beaten for a dime~
~proud as a piss-ant~
~ &twice as hungry~
~cats’ eyes tied~
~into knots in a bag~
~cobwebs~
~& a box of old shoes~
~spider bones and ashes~

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