Collective Unrest

 

Sinking City

February 6, 2019

Beyond rescue, Miami is a
cruise ship lost at sea with no
lifeboats, throwing an all night
dance party, music and stamping feet
drowning out the sound of taking
on water— but no,  not lost,
the sea knows exactly where it is.

 

*Previously published in Public Pool

 

Ariel Francisco is the author of All My Heroes Are Broke (C&R Press, 2017). A poet and translator born in the Bronx to Dominican and Guatemalan parents and raised in Miami, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Academy of American Poets, The American Poetry Review, Best New Poets 2016, Gulf Coast, and elsewhere. He lives in East New York.

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