the burnt pieces

she baked her love in a cake. i remember it in a dimly lit dining room with candles bright enough to burn me me down. i have two scars, one on each buttock. one from a lit firecracker my sibling stuffed into my back pocket, burning me down.  he gave me the other with pliers … Continue reading the burnt pieces

(poem for norman)

i sat in my room alone, with the chatterbox blues talking the day away with my invisible friend mother, passing the door asked who you talking to? norman, mama ... just norman she knew of fat bearded white men in december beautiful bunnies in april witches, ghouls, and goblins in october and good intentions fixed … Continue reading (poem for norman)

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the very first time i kissed you we were breathing water we came together in the gut your mother's underground platos cave of another kind we lit candles inside her to see one another's face and warm her through the making of love drowned in the lake of her commitment we drank its broth from … Continue reading untitled

Beautiful Suicide

    i avoid your embrace for fear of immolation but today decided to die to feel the flesh melt from my bones     we are grown black boys in white socks dragging  feet across carpet   we hide prophet smiles because we know the same secret   we know that when finger meets flesh we … Continue reading Beautiful Suicide