he is my favorite MC so I place his photo next to my favorite poem about birds being men and men being birds
I ruin beauty. Crumpling underneath lights, / it doesn’t take much to crush them.
Another way to say haunting / is still alive. I wanted to study / the future but drove instead / through the city where I used to live.
Did you know that most corals are neither male nor female? You too, stone. Stone coral, so stony in your corallite, so skeletal in your hunger, so red / red / red.
I have wanted before or forgotten I wanted and given away: I want a man who does not want other women when I am not around
My grandmother traded her sanity for the freedom of inescapable things. The helix my / mother builds for me shares her disappearances. It is the reason I fear the faces of my own future children
If bearing witness is a kind of victim- / hood, you’ll watch the world / burn from what.
lest we forget the malleability of the human body the seriousness of play/when I was small I pressed my face against the car window attempting
for: weirdos, freaks, math whizzes, candy-sniffers, burrito-makers, lunch-queers, pep aliens & any other creature unnamed on the outside looking in
(seven days and her food turns / poison),/ and so i stage a rescue, / and we'll see how it goes.
Here the plátanos peel themselves, even the green ones. Especially the green ones. The husks of their outer layer sit by almost perfectly intact.
into a sewergrate for all the sunless creatures / to stare @/awestruck until one steps forth & / declares this the second coming of their god / & all the creatures fall to praise
disappointment. later i will press / mouth to ear and confess / i am sakit, drawing your escape
the undoing of heart-brains / happens quick with avalanches / of words that split us open / through wet exhales of anxiety
it is in my nature / to always be forgiving, to / swallow the fragment of bone / instead of spitting. so then / i let my body convalesce, / shimmer and steam light / into an undiscovered medium.
function transcend (space * time) { / var elements; / var enlightenment; / var thirdDimension; var physicalQuantities; / return stillMortal }
Like many women, I’m terrified of becoming my father. When I was born the hospital ran out of pink caps and gave me to him a boy.
imagine i am 24 married to rami or fadi or even moussa imagine i wear the big white dress imagine i am 28 with two children imagine i am searching but not finding
They say: SOFTEN. They say: GO OUTSIDE. They say: TRUST IN THE PROCESS.
and the night / holds the / pocket holds / the wistfuls / and their lines / of stolen / diamonds in / their sky
I want a god big enough for me. A tree / strange enough to take root in molten body. You animals with you / sense of ritual. You animals with your peace and dirt and planting.
Or something florid enough to mean the transitions / Between silence and my father's tentative humour, / Feeling out the sleek ghosts of our unlit passage. / Nothing grim.
These college boys are holding court with a beer in each hand. These Cinderellas know they only have until 2am to fight, to kiss, to cry.
Flashing my yellow teeth every time someone tripped / I’m not expecting spring to bring joy, how can I / When I can’t bring myself to step out of bed & skin
M’ija, she said to me softly, I will show you that the thickness and pigment aren’t really much.
what if i could be / my own therapist / my own safe space / say it lisa / say what you’ve done / walked away from / given up on / held the face / of everyone you’ve ever kissed /
Destroying the poorly constructed narrative around them. Banishing blaxploitation backward in time from Foxy Brown and Super Fly to the first iteration of a happy slave in a textbook.
I’ve carried a “Keep Calm, Carry On” bookmark in my pocket for the last 22 days.
bantu knots / twist out / wash n go / coils! turkey / ham / mac n cheese / greens!
—It didn't hurt much (like a shot from doctor) but feels a little weird physically now but that is probably definitely psychology
sometimes i crawl into sleep where i’m barefoot and clumsy, where the asphalt rumbles underneath, where the liquor-glass gets all stuck in a smile between my teeth
Have you ever called a trans person by their dead name Have you ever been trans Have you ever tried being trans Have you ever tried being cis
Saturday mornings were for Marshalls. For holding tightly to Dad’s hand, and watching the Black women drag children who looked like me – all fuzzy edges and plastic barrettes and knotted curls.
K & I ball surrounded by trees / & the faint huff of lightning bolts.
On the day of her only birthday, she dips / a finger in the cake before she slips / it into my mouth.
Fear that I will muddle my manners. Fear that I will matter little. Fear that I will dither like a biddie, bobble like a budgie.
Lost Tooth / dear Cut Hair / dear Wonder / dear Rain / dear Still Puddle / dear Mirror / dear Empty Hands / dear Body—
they get / shipped / somewhere / they can’t / upset the / elderly
WHEN I SAY I WANT TO LEARN YOUR MOTHER’S RECIPE, I MEAN
he doesn’t eat fish anyway, so it’s okay but i still have to stare at the eyeballs
something that took so long to put to bed / & now a quieting / like the invention of streetlights
close the door that lets infection in to heal on its own / time immune system rehearsing its answer to / affliction
because I’ve always been better at taking weight / than giving my own
spilling their brown limbs all over / as if to say thank you as if / to say thank you white man / you are justice you are godly
You remember the kiss hip moan you got but did not get, the wet strands between your tips your thrusting fingers their tender lips
There is the most powerful species named johnnycashi, and his hooks there to restrain our fangs during sex.
before the nightclub, you stand staring at yourself in the mirror drenched in dream-smoke, a fishbowl of lavender. you trace the length of your collarbone.
he is my favorite MC so I place his photo next to my favorite poem about birds being men and men being birds
I ruin beauty. Crumpling underneath lights, / it doesn’t take much to crush them.
Another way to say haunting / is still alive. I wanted to study / the future but drove instead / through the city where I used to live.
Did you know that most corals are neither male nor female? You too, stone. Stone coral, so stony in your corallite, so skeletal in your hunger, so red / red / red.
I have wanted before or forgotten I wanted and given away: I want a man who does not want other women when I am not around
My grandmother traded her sanity for the freedom of inescapable things. The helix my / mother builds for me shares her disappearances. It is the reason I fear the faces of my own future children
If bearing witness is a kind of victim- / hood, you’ll watch the world / burn from what.
lest we forget the malleability of the human body the seriousness of play/when I was small I pressed my face against the car window attempting
for: weirdos, freaks, math whizzes, candy-sniffers, burrito-makers, lunch-queers, pep aliens & any other creature unnamed on the outside looking in
(seven days and her food turns / poison),/ and so i stage a rescue, / and we'll see how it goes.
Here the plátanos peel themselves, even the green ones. Especially the green ones. The husks of their outer layer sit by almost perfectly intact.
into a sewergrate for all the sunless creatures / to stare @/awestruck until one steps forth & / declares this the second coming of their god / & all the creatures fall to praise
disappointment. later i will press / mouth to ear and confess / i am sakit, drawing your escape
the undoing of heart-brains / happens quick with avalanches / of words that split us open / through wet exhales of anxiety
it is in my nature / to always be forgiving, to / swallow the fragment of bone / instead of spitting. so then / i let my body convalesce, / shimmer and steam light / into an undiscovered medium.
function transcend (space * time) { / var elements; / var enlightenment; / var thirdDimension; var physicalQuantities; / return stillMortal }
Like many women, I’m terrified of becoming my father. When I was born the hospital ran out of pink caps and gave me to him a boy.
imagine i am 24 married to rami or fadi or even moussa imagine i wear the big white dress imagine i am 28 with two children imagine i am searching but not finding
They say: SOFTEN. They say: GO OUTSIDE. They say: TRUST IN THE PROCESS.
and the night / holds the / pocket holds / the wistfuls / and their lines / of stolen / diamonds in / their sky
I want a god big enough for me. A tree / strange enough to take root in molten body. You animals with you / sense of ritual. You animals with your peace and dirt and planting.
Or something florid enough to mean the transitions / Between silence and my father's tentative humour, / Feeling out the sleek ghosts of our unlit passage. / Nothing grim.