A Poem also About the Unconscious
To make it back home across town,
we had to learn to walk
only through black neighborhoods.
Think about this as the map
of a mind
laying out spaces
that are familiar and safe
as well as the places where, if it is dark, someone in the distance
crosses to the other side of the street,
just in case.
poem by Forrest Hamer
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