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a triangle with four corners


while sitting next to each other they both 
knew they shared a mutual hatred for me. 
hatred is the only thing that lasts, except 
for these two, it came with fear. 
after the drinks, after they ignored their 
lovers, after they hid inside the darkness 
of night, after they knew they'd be in some
heat if anyone knew they were together 
outside of their relationships, the two swore 
secrecy. 
these two died years ago when they met 
and they vowed without vowing to be loyal 
to each other. 
their street days make them think I'm foolish, 
but my own street days overpower their 
daily feeble attempts to secure themselves 
inside a world without constant aggression 
and insecurity. their nightmares are pale, 
cheap and fraudulent. 
I exposed these two, the gangster and the 
female who cried on his lap because I knew 
what they didn't want anyone to know. 
they both talked about class, honor and how 
each of them would never betray their lovers. 



she threatened me: “you keep my name in 
your mouth, you're going to get !@#$%^ up!” 
he: brought a gun to the park, I told him if 
you're going to kill me then do it. I'm not 
!@#$%^ up, I'm not dead but they both sit in 
fear of sharing the same fear. 
they don't want his wife to know there was 
more than one night together, you both fear 
exposure, you both know nothing of class, 
honor or loyalty to a lover. 
he says it didn't happen, she says believe her 
and let it go. 
they are louder than they planned to be, they 
are vibrant, I know what they don't want me 
to know... 
love is like a fog. 
it burns with the first daylight of reality.


By: Chicano Eddie
8.21.18

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