Não é nada// Dear X, I might be in love with you/ no matter the extra ten years trailing behind/ your first kiss before I had the chance to emerge from the spinal/ wide eyed/ and grab my father’s beard// Every hand in the classroom raised, and I hold one finger to the television// Iraq Body Count to differentiate the victims from one and one/ from third deadliest month in war// Her cane clicks against the standing pole/ one eye a red gouge, one never emerged/ one eyelash stuck to smooth skin stretched over a sphere/ no opening//

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Forever No Lo represents the intersection of vehicular homicide, a breakup, a cat, the War on Terror, and other incomparable things.

Nods to Gabriel García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude, Meg Hamill's Death Notices, iraqbodycount.org, and the Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga.