Aug 5, 2018
Lost in Alexandra
tiny, troubled, busy
scary, lovely, lively
people everywhere
There’s a beauty salon on 8th Avenue
because even the forgotten still have a sense of occasion
houses built next to each other, on top of each other, out of each other
the Mercedes
parked outside catches my eye
because it’s clean
it’s all a blur of needs and wants
longing for the streets to be paved with dignity
longing for homes run by the fathers that built them
not many are like us
not many lost inside
find a way out
— a poem collab by Puno and Christopher
— challenge: write a poem about the road trip we just took.
— twist: ask instagram what the topic / prompt should be [thanks Ruan for giving us: it’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey]