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In My Dreams

I can have anything
& everything I ever wanted.
—Kid Cudi

I wanna be like the Silver Surfer,
coasting on white-hot solar winds

at the expanding universe’s edge.
In my dreams I take that form:
I project past planets our Sun
has claimed, where stars
blossom & fade
like fresh bruises.

The skin of this world names me
slave’s great-grandson,
touring minstrel,
& factory worker.

What I would give for my Mom’s
hands rubbing oil on my dry scalp,
Take care of yourself Sean.
But how do I love this body staked
& named everything except
what I name myself?

My day is another day.
Classmates either ignore me
or study me, like lecture notes.
Nightfalls & I become an aura
stitching my own name across
the black canvas of the night.

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poetry

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Sean Avery

As a child, Sean Avery was a military brat who thought he was a Power Ranger and kicked his grandma (but that’s a story for another time). Today, Avery is a rapper, poet, First Wave Scholar (look it up), and senior studying English Creative Writing at the University of Madison–Wisconsin, by way of the Sun (b.k.a.