Gangst

By Daniel Aristi

If we all put together were declared a constellation we’d be called

The Uzi.

Manhood like Man & Hood.

Here, we sharpen our people               Aquí, afilamos a nuestra gente
So they’re faster in giving                                    Para que sean mas rápidos dando
Others the bad.                                                      A otros el mal.

‘Ay’

‘Ay’ – the red wax seal
Needs cracking first & then uncurls hurting
Every mother’s missive
Every day.

Mothers go heartpool in the morning at Rita’s.
They praying their individual portions will be the same later on
When the Sun touches the horizon

But sounds like, thud! another boy fell from his bed.

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Daniel Aristi

Daniel Aristi / About Author

Daniel Aristi was born in Spain. He studied French Literature and Economics. He lives now in Switzerland with his wife and two children. Daniel’s work has been recently featured or is forthcoming in Puerto del Sol, Berkeley Poetry Review, and Fiction Southeast.

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