Poetry
I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies
if you believe me to be your enemy know this I accept
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Choose Your Quarantine House (I – IV)
under the dark sitting pretty / on the patch of hardwood floor / where confession / and callousness meet
Reimagining Light
The water flows through hollow bones and returns / as a song. It sounds familiar in the beginning / Then always changes.
Corrective State
The people behind bars are captives of war /
The people stolen into camps and cages /
speak it plain
Shivering in the Summertime
some days my own womb shivers at the thought of / my black ass children being thrown / against any wall
the faggotry
the ones you call those frickin’ Ayrabs, the ones / who hold hands with / kiss cheeks with those they call / habibi & isn’t every habibi is a mis/-translation of? habibi
Love Me A Man Who Cries
I claw / against the syrup to love other men / for whom, bless them, a bird is just / a bird.
A brand new world
My insensitive mother once said “those who lose one sense, develop another” What use is my acute sense of smell, except in a fire? Metal scrapyard voice of the Windows screen readerReminds me of the clanky transition,I wish, wasn’t mine.I fish for treasures in all that white trashy polyphonic noiseuntil my head bursts.Conquer JAWS or […]
