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Check out Blake Griffin as he honors his mouth guard through poetry.
it’s cold out here
i lost my token
forgot my change as i stepped in
missed the bar as the bus jolted forward
and was heading to the floor with my face
when an older man
concern in his ebony eyes, and
gripping his cane, gripped my arm just as hard
i didn’t fall that day
Good lord girl
What made you think
that we didn’t know
that you know
that we knew
your weave looked fucked up?
The DMV,
Atlantic Avenue?
violent upheaval
don’t send me
The Department of Motor Vehicles
a black hole, loud and exploding
absence of life
that place makes me pray
for a quick, quiet death