To the Streets
after Gwendolyn Brooks “We Real Cool”
after Gwendolyn Brooks “We Real Cool”
lately i feel / like starting over
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
For the first time in my life, it feels like there’s no path forward
All the new words are flavorless communion wafer
Latin
Here was the next coming of Michael Jordan
penguins have knees