BRISENIA FLORES, killed at age 9 with her father, by racists in Southern Arizona, on _________________________________________.
by Sesshu Foster
Sadly, we know that she pleaded for her life.
Sadly, we know that Brisenia Flores pleaded, “please don’t kill me,” before she was shot in the face.
Sadly, the rain this evening blows through the leaves and spines of the _______________________________________________________.
The flock of parrots sound just as raucous and just as happy in the rain.
The streetlights of Alhambra float up in milky electric mist.
Sadly, I was driving through the afternoon of the rainy city.
My daughter called in the morning, saying it was sunny and in the low forties now for days in SE Alaska.
They fixed the pipes from the tank that collects rain water; they had water in the house again.
Sadly, one bedraggled crow on Main Street under a ficus.
Sadly, it is 6 PM in the evening.
Sadly, it is ________________________________________________ .
Sadly, I might weep, go weep again.
Sadly, my daughters will never meet or know her.
Sadly, we will never meet or know ___________________________ .
Sadly, I will never look up and see _________________________ .
In a wonderful, perfect rain.
The avant garde poets, those academic experimentalist poets, most of them white, would rather you not use the word here motherfucker.
Or if so, you have to spell it muthafuakkbbrR.
They would much rather see this ______________________________ .
And on the stereo, playing ___________________________________ .
Sadly, this use of repetition shall not be construed as poetic by those well-fed motherfuckers.
Sadly, the ___________________________ absorbs the evening in the sound of falling rain.
Wonderful, a perfect rain on Los Angeles.