Brett Elizabeth Jenkins
We were all there, or none of us were.
The ice was frozen through. I skated across
like a small car. You in a green coat. The ice […]
We were all there, or none of us were.
The ice was frozen through. I skated across
like a small car. You in a green coat. The ice […]
Ice winked its white eye, slick
and aggressive. I wore kitten
heels. I felt pretty. I didn’t mind […]
I want,
after waking to the news
that is always the news
& changing the Facebook
autoplay settings as to not
see the blood out
of where it is meant to be in
of the black / brown him / her / they, […]
There is nothing left to tell
about the watch I kept,
regularly irregular, the hands
reached to strike. My flinching, […]
the war is so lurid that everything else is dull.
a great watery animal breaking itself on the rocks, […]
I’d like to know
that woman
like a woman. Without the cost of passing. […]
or ringworm which I refuse to allow
myself to Google Image hell
it took me ten years to allow myself
to consider how old you’d be now […]
my mother down the hall fast like a train
or a bus blurting away her sprint turned
to tears:—and then into drops
of shit a trail of shit […]
i am fed to pretend that i believe in ghosts
they want to make a terrified thing out of this great dane
like we the same species
do you know how it feels to eat yourself […]
And here I am again
asking myself how
a Negro spiritual
about liberation
came to be a term for
naïve hopefulness […]
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