‘Atlas to every borough,’ Kamau Ware + Asiya Wadud

‘Atlas to every borough,’ Kamau Ware + Asiya Wadud

atlas to every other borough part of the walking needs drift the accretion of happenstance the small dailiness of my one foot then my other follows us like a room spills out to streets then avenues long days resist movement supplicate and readymade— and drift I need what I need, yoke what I yoke but loosely let love if I count the negotiations the allowances before this measure-me April allotment I would say every barrel is labeled new air every breath breathe here my walking foot, measured I knew Saturday looped to let inside my emptied head a film canister for thinking I take to walk and wonder I take to a canopy of oak trees each in our green rooms I take my April with me Kamau Ware + Asiya Wadud

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