Poetry

& again, god damns him for existing / for bathing in sunlight / so freely He had to resurrect a white human / in him so his skin retreats, escapes itself – diaspora […]

Sometimes, when I miss you,
colors come spooling out of me […]

my tears tighten the noose. she reads from the packet. something about a point system. be good […]

It’s awkward. Me, a grown woman,
flipping quickly through the boys’
shirts at Gap Kids, fearing any interaction […]

We’re one zygote begging / for ejection that stops / this growth / this hunger / for snowglobed life // […]

Season of lysis and low sun.
Season of lies. I smoked
a pack of wolves. First frost […]

Omo ìyá—
He calls me this, with coarse
Drum syllables, fine-mannered […]

What I like best:
the crowd’s Pavlovian simmer. […]

I looked at my Aunt Sarah skin;
my stay out the sun-
You already an eclipse-face. […]