Category Poetry and Prose Contest

penguins have knees

a good organ, doing as it is told with

today the street lights dance

You are everything I want to know.

Gaps between sounds deadened and dressed like a deer
one day from rot.

My people be water people so long
they grew gills

vaseline more high-top fade 

more pomade pressed

The wavelength of red.
The lineage of honeycrisp

I want a crown of daisies
& seeds of joy that will Insha Allah
become flowers on my grave

Summer in the 90's meant the word schizophrenia did not exist inside my mother