"To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time." – James A. Baldwin
we r a not of this world ppl n the absence of places 2 b / we hav mooovd ourselves 2 other planets / planted our colorless flags on invisible cratered space / & called dibs on a new moon on our moon we breathe free / & never worry of foot on neck / … Continue reading making space
once / when i was married which wuz an un x pected thing a whisper / a gossip thing / a much ado bout no thing / a love less attempt @ accept ting / i put on a pink tshirt my exwife laffed / real nerv us like / & axed y u wearin … Continue reading “princess n d pink”
to protect myself against your coming again i grew a horn on my head moved to a mountain and trained my lungs to breathe thin air my horn has marked me evil man of myths molded into threat my body is made of broken glass i live poised on the edge of cliffs ready … Continue reading a(r)morous
i have always wanted to walk on air wear heels, high up lifted above life no dirt on the bottom feet renewed through fasting and giving up the ground I found something sublime in the lift something pure in the abstinence and always believed dirt is a complicated thing on heels i might avoid treading … Continue reading stilletto
