Hello, You.
Rumi’s You.
Upturned Redwood, veins climbing the sky, You.
First punch landed at Stonewall,
Bleached reef, powder nose, drip-drip-alive,
Nightmare waking and post-sleepfuck-stares, You.
Bought You,
Sold You;
traded, stolen, kept, killed,
Liberada por la Santa Muerte, envuelta en oro,
Orando por la muerte de mi enemigo, You.
Keep-Safe, suffer the children, first flame at Waco,
last flicker in the Chancellery Underground.
Beast, You. Burden, You.
Cardinal’s slipstream, cello hum,
snow on the Joshua Tree,
Desert Father, Appalachian granny witchcraft,
Torturous Mother oh-so-holy, You.
Robben Island dawnbreak,
Thay’s last breath, You.
King’s You, Duke’s You,
X’s You, Q’s You,
It’s all You.
I hate You, You.
“I miss you,” You,
“Do you miss me?”, You.


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Thomas Sadoski

Thomas Sadoski is a founding member of the international humanitarian organization War Child USA. He lives in Upstate New York.