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

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

Necromancy (Or Raising the Dead)

every thing that happened to me was some kind of magic when they laid me in the grave minutes past being born walked away from me like moses and sent me down the river life to die touched my body in ways ain't supposed to be and beat me with their own regret raised welts … Continue reading Necromancy (Or Raising the Dead)