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Saw you in the supermarketand wondered what your kiss tastes like in the mouth of my mindsubtle hints of nicotine, staletraces of fresh dishonesty you always lie to me, nigga that christmas you gifted me gonorrhea of the throat i choked on a million regrets stuck in the toilet of my neckand gagged on the burn of my … Continue reading type…

remembering moonlight

i know all too well what Juan means when he says “In moonlight black boys look blue.”   i know those blues. i know moonlight in my memory. i remember being told that hours after birth, my dark-skinned father  took one look at my lighter skin and determined i must be the product of my mother’s sin. … Continue reading remembering moonlight

the burnt pieces

she baked her love in a cake. i remember it in a dimly lit dining room with candles bright enough to burn me me down. i have two scars, one on each buttock. one from a lit firecracker my sibling stuffed into my back pocket, burning me down.  he gave me the other with pliers … Continue reading the burnt pieces

Stargazer

glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling are nightly reminders you were mother of many goddess king who made him know darkness is not the death of vision you flung stars into popcorn a confetti of love to conquer the boogeymen of a child but not me for months i have stargazed from the bed we now share in … Continue reading Stargazer