It's going to be a series of short poems.
This one is dedicated to my siblings.
I'm the oldest of five.
And I wrote this poem for Gustavo, Olivia, Alejandro,
and also Daniel.
But he's very small, so he doesn't
need to know that he's not actually included.
It's fine.
"For The Fam.
We throw hands like concrete blocks
through cop car windows on midnight,
always soaring through the city, sparring with buildings,
seeing who flinches first."
[APPLAUSE]