I. In July sun and burgundy car, I breathe 1985 in 11 year lungs, riding in silence. In our grief we bump against each other. This is kindling. This is dry wood. There is fire to burn. She has misplaced a son she never knew. And despite having his location, can never seem to find … Continue reading (Re)Consideration
Category: Sex
(In)Difference
tell yourself the man who eyed your thighs in short shorts shouting FAG! from caprice window wanted nothing more than to touch you or be touched but long ago lost freedom of language: gift of mothertongues made serpents by men split down the middle by he who fears the power of her … Continue reading (In)Difference
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
The Bone Collector
iTongue the words with my whole mouth closed. they won't cum neither will i because i can't say the necessary incantation to banish demons i did not summon my mouth craves … Continue reading The Bone Collector
Moonlight on Broken Boughs
moonlight makes me difficult to love i am all day sun father birthed not mother my first words were his not mine he named me a broken mirror later i learned he used mama-shards to carve rivers from infant wrist … Continue reading Moonlight on Broken Boughs
The Book of Melvin
I. ||rememory|| we were star-crossed lovers in a galaxy with no moons—little stars who burned brightly in separate corners of the black. fate placed us in a cedar room with low lights and graffiti of vandals. miscreant etchings proclaiming love of forbidden things were spread across the walls like hieroglyphs of the fallen. and we … Continue reading The Book of Melvin
Trojan
Victor was a demon in disguise who came through the gates singing a gospel chorus of loveshame when my city fell to power. We were a people of one. I met him in a doorway, seated on a throne of shadows, musing. Because his tune was my native tongue, we wrapped ourselves around it and … Continue reading Trojan
