Someone Planted An Idea About Me
dirt under nails and foot
I watch them watch me
Lucky Jefferson
Still Not Beautiful
We use painkillers even though
they won’t still the pain of living.
Speechless
That wind has ceased to blow in me.
Garden Plot Eviction
We noticed how most of the plots looked like poodles, overheard gardeners compare the superiority of sunlight in the plot versus their yards at home.
Charlotte and Cherez
I don't know how she figured out that she liked words so much.
Crying at the Delaware Writer’s Retreat
Gaps between sounds deadened and dressed like a deer
one day from rot.
Growing Gills
My people be water people so long
they grew gills
my mama black
vaseline more high-top fade
more pomade pressed
self-portrait as time passing
i wish to be burnt alive
by what i love.
neroli
i will peel the orange for you
and in the moment you hold
the piece in your mouth