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

It is the aperture that we cling to,
an exit that implies a return.

i will peel the orange for you
and in the moment you hold
the piece in your mouth

i wish to be burnt alive
by what i love.