By now, our hairs smell the same. We merge and by merging, we create an enclosure of flesh, insular and reticent and just the loveliest. And on some days, the skies do not look grey at all. The streets criss-crossing our arms are quiet tonight. We take doglegs to...
my garden looks different this morning the day after I gathered a handful of soil from a bigger garden with larger stones and dropped it on my friend’s body I tiptoed away afraid I’d step on her since she’s taken to the company of bugs in a land that doesn’t want...
Shattered by it, for a time, confused; this body that would not obey would not contain sexless simplicity but grew fat, graceless, unsaved, all mushroomed by the rain. Unlovely, I would grab my breasts as though to drag them off the bone, unwitting Amazon who drew a...
Little black boy from the waters Whose pastimes were throwing bricks, Shooting marbles. He caught fish in empty chewing gum containers Set them free again in the rain. Black boy from the earth. He rushes to the sea walls. Till water rises to the rim, He must build a...
Across the river there is another town, with more buildings and paths that go to nothing and people with faces like drunken moons hung by somebody who doesn’t understand the sky. Across the river there is another country, another empty crosstown train that stops to...
The heavy smell of familiar soil each mound stirs the worms; pulls me closer and I find myself looking into a deep grave shaped like my many mothers its walls wet and slick lined with the strokes of strong fingers I taste blood and stone as I lay myself down looking...
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