"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
brown eye belly fat thin skin sometimes fem broad nose thick lip forty-four and insecure and every day i dress in my finest feelings so i lied to you about the size of my dick then asked myself if i exist at all to which you reply every time never
in a red light room i imagine myself in my mother's womb trying to return or begin again inside the walls of my own imagination i am dragon-shadow cast against the inside of nowhere burning her down for freedom when the door will do because i cannot find the light i cling to a chord anchored … Continue reading Color of Love
"even mothers cut cords to keep us from killing them and save us from death"
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
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
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
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
