DAVID® ORIGINAL SUNFLOWER SEEDS

by Laila Diaz

empty streets
freeways

parks

and trails
not even filled before

heels clicking rubber soles bouncing
spitting
yelling
and crying

making way for the fruits of our distance

all screaming louder than when those waves collided

i saw a blind man holding a string with a seeing woman on the other end
they were walking down the street
the string was yellow
it tickled the asphalt
reassured her
when she thought we no longer existed
it didn’t look six feet but what do i know
it cried to me through the rupture in my window screen
that lets the bugs in
mosquito eaters don’t actually eat mosquitoes

now there’s dirt on my sheets

the pavement glistens
like it does in san francisco
and the gum unfastens

and the

sunflower seeds

begin to sprout again

from the cracks we shattered

Quin, the Great!
acrylic & spraypaint
Tiphereth Banks