OK, so this poem isn't new for all you Arm folks, but whatever. Here's the poem I read at the library tonight.
Promise
Liver spots ain’t beauty marks.
Lord knows, I ain’t seen beauty since before the trees got fat-
Before my belly, thighs-self-got fat. We both got rings,
Me an’ the trees. Theirs are thick, gnarly-like, wart-covered. Strong.
Mine’re
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