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

wallflowers

ain't nothin like watchin wide-hip mama come round corner lean hip against white wall grab house phone off the hook sandwich phone in neck answer with just a little attitude and curled mouth at the corners hellowhothis? whoyoulookinfor? heaintherehoney. illtellhimyoucall. some days she slam the phone down but the phone don't break i miss slamming … Continue reading wallflowers

making space

we r a not of this world ppl n the absence of places 2 b / we hav mooovd ourselves 2 other planets / planted our colorless flags on invisible cratered space / & called dibs on a new moon on our moon we breathe free / & never worry of foot on neck / … Continue reading making space

imperial desire (or why won’t donald die)

  all of his orgasms were made of blood he spoke of economies of ecstacy, preservation, and saving the world from doom with a sour mouth that feasted on the death of powers which he absorbed into himself and transmuted into pleasure tongue strokes from the mouth of a viper imputing venom translucent and sticky … Continue reading imperial desire (or why won’t donald die)

foul

  black people stood in line for chicken sandwiches and i was unspeakably ashamed then i thought of sunday dinners in church fellowship halls where we ate bird to put back the things we gave to god and it was holy in haiti the neck is wrung with fierce violence after makeshift passover where blackfoot … Continue reading foul