Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
He has stories that I am not in anymore. It’s healed this way.
I suffer visions and many indignities while looking for the Lobster
Even as the sun warms the concrete the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.
I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary until I smell like the bones until I am its echo…
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
I am still waiting for the lion
it’s touch-and-go with me and weddings
If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.
If America is Babylon / and you are an exile / newly arrived among pagans / Catholic, ‘Ngolan, Black, woman / you already know how to pray
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
I myself should never have been born
People have always coped with flooding, and they learned to cope with death.
the man is stayed bent over the canvas of my sofa. the man is me the man is him self and I bring down the whip…
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
I buy too much, for someone of my stature. could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin. its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.
Lights on the dashboard spell out “You still can’t kiss me”
my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight, and there are already way too many fragments in this house
Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth, cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.