The Graceful Storm
The beauty of nature
has no specific thing
The beauty of nature
has no specific thing
Everything wants to spring,
to live out its deepest impulses
Although my father doesn’t admit it, his body no longer allows him to work the way he once did.
after Gwendolyn Brooks “We Real Cool”
lately i feel / like starting over
He dug out of his room into the backyard, beneath his favorite park and the schoolyard.
our raw bodies will torpedo till we hit shore
playing ‘Ice Cream Man’ by Raye.
Sticky like smoke
in the lungs, where air meets desperation
When my heart breaks, there is a thunderstorm party and no one goes