black flesh / black feeling

i give him  my throat of little importance emptied it of meaning the flesh of his fingers is language like whispered words of need                             and   i am an arrangement of needs in the hands of an answer i give him my … Continue reading black flesh / black feeling

Beautiful Suicide

    i avoid your embrace for fear of immolation but today decided to die to feel the flesh melt from my bones     we are grown black boys in white socks dragging  feet across carpet   we hide prophet smiles because we know the same secret   we know that when finger meets flesh we … Continue reading Beautiful Suicide