Lose Control

 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀After Missy

Jorrell Watkins

“Moving is hard if you’re thinking

about what people are thinking.”

That’s what I’m thinking

our living room tuned

BET 106 & Park.

Soulja boy crank dat

superman, brobro—I go flailing

knock curio cabinet, look at god

not breaking Mama good China.

Threw neck in limbo, waddle

legs through pool palace—

school dances we 

bleacher-cobble, errbody else

drop it low, whistle wild dey—

we waiting for Missy

egg us on floor, whispering

get ur freak on ghoul

pull us from our bleached husk

we scarecrow in twister

the beat, tightrope we wobble-

wobble people hacking guts

I stop dancing, look over

brobro gone.

*

At bars advertised as clubs

I hug the wall. DJ spins classics

Hot in Here, Cupid Shuffle, Lose Control

Missy don’t give up on nobody

I see you brobro, dougie’n, two-steppin’,

Missy done spun you hip-hop weapon

I’m sweatin’, gawkin’ at you snap-rock

torso-twist. All of the lights outshined

by yo’ white tee bridged-denim white sneaks

this buttonup aint cuttin’ up for this music

I came out to cut loose, drop this front,

throw my back out from going back in

this circle of dim and rhythm, spirits

dwell within. brobro, watch me go in.