because i don't seek inclusion.

by JOEY DE JESUS

 

 

The idea of citizenship is just

another wall that divides us.

 

I’m speculating futures.

Now, I’m serving papi

 

a secret service hidden

in the brambles at my back gate.

 

I loot a salutation to a white christ

of its contraband and found

 

my nation in the clouds. Riot

shields and barricades delineate

 

a border, which is a bulwark

wired in flaming hot Takis

 

from habibi down the block

—funny how that is,

 

to have a mind halved

into open compendium,

 

to have a voice most sexy

when it’s gone.