How'll I sleep
without your mane
in my face?
My brothers in Christ
we're on a roll tonight.
Cracking wise
at old holes
glamorized
could've given you
a kid
could've peaked
at black beans;
pet peeves
on a Tuesday.
Deep in our grief
of mourning for ourselves
like my grandmother's
sewing machine;
help me knock off
the rust tonight.
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