different clouds. It's the same layover but a different airport in a new city occupied by strangers. It's the same class reunion but a new duration of decades. They might not even remember that they don't remember you. It's the same band but a different singer but the guitarist now plays bass but they use a drum machine but the song that coiled around each helix of your genetic configuration still reminds you how to feel alive when your eyes are closed in a room without lightbulbs but the song now reminds you which of your friends are dead.
Shawnte Orion attended Paradise Valley Community College for one day, but he is the author of Gravity & Spectacle (a collaboration with photographer Jia Oak Baker from Tolsun Books) and The Existentialist Cookbook (NYQBooks). He is an editor for rinky dink press and his poems have appeared in Threepenny Review, Barrelhouse, Sugar House Review, New York Quarterly, and on the the flipside of a new split 7inch vinyl record with San Francisco band Sweat Lodge. https://batteredhive.blogspot.com/
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