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Fuck / Trees The White Review · Inua Ellams – ‘Fuck Trees’ Dego / Though we know it isn’t his birth name / Dego he is to us / his scattered swiftness / calling for the dull red orb / It is dusk and behind him / we don’t know their names either / but they line the ball court / claw up through the concrete to hold him to their thin shadows / Dego jumps higher / arms outstretched to suggest a safe pass / be more visible / but is a Christ-shaped silhouette against their darkness / as if nailed to wood / strangled in their grip / the way we’ve been strangled before / strange fruit framed by air / dangling / How many crossed over here / who else shuffled earth / attempted flight / and lost it all among the trees     Fuck / Dante The White Review · Inua Ellams – ‘Fuck Dante’ The day Melissa complained I spent too much time dribbling and I better assess my priorities or else / Dante stepped on the court with a fake left and release so crisp / it looked like a nine o’clock / you could set your watch by it / Dante said he wanted dudes to know what time it is / which was a hip hop reference drawled in his thick Brooklyn accent /