making space

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

foul

  black people stood in line for chicken sandwiches and i was unspeakably ashamed then i thought of sunday dinners in church fellowship halls where we ate bird to put back the things we gave to god and it was holy in haiti the neck is wrung with fierce violence after makeshift passover where blackfoot … Continue reading foul

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

untitled

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

a mighty powerful thing

i must be a mighty powerful thing like a man's legs crossed or a moustached woman or like desire when it mounts you and rides you into the sunset like hunger pain all bunched up between your legs must be something like the sight of yourself in the morning in the mirror that makes you … Continue reading a mighty powerful thing