a poem for a night without time

We Art School

The Art Students
Seven grand and a Gold Shovel

We art school. We
Left school. We

Work late. We
Curse fate. We

Skip art. We’ve
No clock. We

Pay debts. We
regret.


after Gwendolyn Brooks’ “We Real Cool”

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