What is it like to even approach rhythm? To settle and swell predictably? It sounds lovely. The Bible taught me that Wisdom is a woman who shouts from street corners, throttles guts, lurches a mother’s hands forward to ease the tilting of her newborn’s happy peachfuzz brain. She is coursing with righteous ignition, ferocity that … Continue reading My Rite Aid prescription is running out
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I know what it feels like to not be known Little girl you are stubborn Little boy you are rambunctious But one day your bodies will write you love letters And remind you that you are star children Effervescent and beguiling Continue reading Genealogy
I’ve got chocolate in my bones A small bureau in my chest Skirmishing, all the time, whining Over the value of real things Over the truth of where I can go I don’t know about you But I have days where I find it hard to believe good things happen. Continue reading Recoil
It makes so much sense That all paths converge here Between the silent, convulsing strength of a father mourning his son And a mother who dons regrets like trading furs I sat, knees angled in Inhaling the dirt-grown hymns of our lives together As they spoke in non sequiturs Heaving at the weight of their … Continue reading I am going to Virginia
I don’t like being watched But it feels good To know that someone who understands May make me known Continue reading If We Don’t Speak
I once wrote “Determination doesn’t exist in the eyes Love doesn’t exist in the kind creases of nose wrinkles These places reflect Determination finds its home in the coughs Love finds its homes in the cuts– An antiseptic” I am happy to report that I was only half right. Continue reading A Change
I miss being put to bed by my father Held tightly in eye-flitting prayers My body’s not young anymore But I still have young ruts Moments when I catch myself fading In arms of comforting, guiding silently My Dad’s words have always been firm loving He got so much wrong But he wrote to me … Continue reading Lately I’ve Been Lonely
It is lovely to feel minds drink again Lapping up storm drain puddles Enough to feel full for the very first time Lovely to know the street will mother a stray When its pedestrians have forgotten the callouses that weaned them Continue reading Refuge
joy is not the death of poetry don’t you dare tell yourself that i won’t i shan’t i shalln’t i willvn’t i can’t I lied I can, and do tell me what should I do when cuts taste like syrup on cheap all-you-can-eat pancakes when I have been sapped of the melodies that smell like … Continue reading The Fear of Knowing Oneself: How to Self-Loathe Before the Advent of Adulthood
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