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This post is part of a collaborative narrative series composed of my writing and Chris Arnade's photos exploring issues of addiction, poverty, prostitution and urban anthropology in Hunts Point, Bronx. For more on the series, look here.
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Pepsi: Hunts Point, Bronx. Courtesy of Chris Arnade.
This is a continuation to Pepsi, Part I.
Hell, Boy
In flames, everything.
That's what they say
you put them through,
Ash-sister. The streets
gorge on gossip.
Carbon ate the apartment
with the Barbie pink walls
where men came to buy
smoke and companion
and women kept
everyone well, spooning
Honeycomb cereal into
shared beds.
Does a fire's voice sound
like screaming from the dirt
poor friends who say you steal
their New Balance
sneakers? Enter bi-
polar fits to rage and to live
under the half-moon
skeleton bridge.
You are the Fragglewump
seen on sewage TV
in this mixed up
underworld they speak of.
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