Brian Francis
Wishin’ for thighs thick
skin callin’ me second
thought & third rail thin
built to sink & some […]
Wishin’ for thighs thick
skin callin’ me second
thought & third rail thin
built to sink & some […]
it will always be your fault:
his nose running
after that first dip
in the Atlantic,
his bruised elbow […]
Okay so you show up
& sign in on a sheet of paper
then slump into the common area
where you are greeted by the eaters & the non-eaters […]
& the nozzle is mouth enough,
& the engine cuts like a fine blade
sharpening the redwoods
into a funeral of hands, grasping […]
Never pick a fight with anyone
who still buys blank media in bulk.
Remember the bliss of auto-reverse, […]
Summer afternoons, we make a game
of collecting empty shells
spit from a shotgun chamber: silver […]
My mom tried to reclaim me in small ways like teaching me cumbia. When I was young she used to lean in after spinning me to say: el borracho will lean in too close, breathing his hot alcohol on your neck, that’s when you know it’s time to leave. […]
I remember how the school laughed, marveling
how a pretty white boy could take a beating
when a pair of sistas jumped him on 10th Ave […]
I learn that to want
there to be monsters
is perhaps monstrous itself […]
New work by Hiwot Adilow plus a conversation between Hiwot and Phillip B. Williams […]
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