after Victoria Chang
Time has shifted around my city of I
and its reliability to be always
steady and constant is in doubt though I knew
this welcomed distortion was a happening that
pushed many cities of I into profound grief
over the long overdue resolution of an ongoing crime that was
and continues to be done by humans against other humans as something
fundamentally evil that needs a mind meld in all of the cities of I
to view the world as cities of we which could
in time remove the stench of racism’s smell
“my city of I / and its reliability to be always / steady and constant is in doubt” –
A powerful and evocative series of ideas; quite compressed.
Lots of powerful lines like that one in this poem.