look city
city here
and shattered mirrors city
and burned down houses
city like limbs and abandonment
and trivial apparatus city
do you still understand this loss
city sense of flesh city the ash now and bones
these city newly formed city ruins hollowed out city
from mouths to chest
these unfortunate times we have city
to trick city and city ourselves
that we love how it’s violent city and dark city I live
city on the subway noise inhale city it’s callousness and city regal city stature city this would be city
romantic and hurtful city and look here city
I’m holding this tulip
for you city this massacre
small stitching along their lips
like how salt dries on chests city body you are sleep
all night cold city headache city
the number of breaths it takes city to recognize absence
city it’s like sweet tastes of flesh city lazy evening city deeper red sunset and plants on these windowsills
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Daniel Dissinger is a New York poet, scholar, and creative writing coach who just earned his PhD at St. John's. He's performed his Remix Poetix style at New York City Poetry Festival, Queens Lit Festival, The Bowery Poetry Club, The Bridgewater International Poetry Festival in Virginia, and more.
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