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What Happens When You Play a Rap Song Backwards by Erren Kelly

Radio Song by Alexis White

Gold teeth disappear bitches become women pants rise up from the ground f's become a's guns become books cemeteries become gardens niggas become gods prisons become libraries 40 ounce bottles of beer become torches gangs become allies bandannas become flags

Someone’s playing the radio In the apartment next door The belligerent wail of mariachi music And the wall so thin I can hear the sizzle of hamburger Almost smell its thick, greasy aroma wafting through. Do I hear or imagine the subtle smack of homemade tortillas against able palms? The smiling sigh of a tired madre as she glances down at her son Sculpting a landscape of dough across the laminate, His hair aged by flour? Today this borrowed music feels like a welcome gift Drowning out the silence of my Sunday. Today I love the city almost too much to bear: The thought of all these lives stacked on top of each other Like a honeycomb, so sweet So many Sundays in one city block So many different radio songs A cacophony of lives. Sometimes the walls between us are so thin That I myself feel permeable Sometimes I feel my life itself is just a borrowed song Heard thinly through cheap apartment walls, That it never was mine at all.

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