"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
it ain't nothin like watchin wide-hip mama come round corner lean hip against white wall grab house phone off the hook sandwich phone in neck answer with just a little attitude and curled mouth at the corners hellowhothis? whoyoulookinfor? heaintherehoney. illtellhimyoucall. some days she slam the phone down but the phone don't break i … Continue reading wallflowers
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
to protect myself against your coming again i grew a horn on my head moved to a mountain and trained my lungs to breathe thin air my horn has marked me evil man of myths molded into threat my body is made of broken glass i live poised on the edge of cliffs ready … Continue reading a(r)morous
i have always wanted to walk on air wear heels, high up lifted above life no dirt on the bottom feet renewed through fasting and giving up the ground I found something sublime in the lift something pure in the abstinence and always believed dirt is a complicated thing on heels i might avoid treading … Continue reading stilletto
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
