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We Been Here Before
With silvered hair and shit-brown eyes, y’all jeered again – from way downtown, this quarter-nigger’s here again. Your grin-smacked mug and pig-skinned palms took field, D-line, and spit some twice-black hatred through your beard again. I’m twice as fast and half as black, six first-downs proved, but shutdowns moved aside when you appeared again. This… Read More We Been Here Before
Sometimes
I have what’s left of you. An old journal, a forgotten, much-loved doll and some broken teacups collect dust under the open, empty sky. When it storms, thunder cracks the china, wrinkles the pages, wets the cheeks of the sad-faced doll. Lightning illuminates the wreckage. Ruins, ruins; all are ruins, these days—ruins, and I’m sitting… Read More Sometimes
shred
/we are only two people, endless on a monday evening, some distant radio singing gray static, and like one-winged flies we search in circles of ignorance – swearing that the ocean is just spit, that the air will hold us if we decide to jump. /instead: no one saves you, your expired body turn to… Read More shred
Jonah and the Subnational, Unincorporated Territory
Jonah is an extremely neurotic little boy. Whenever Jonah was freaking out like this, his mind always brought him back to this slice of intel he’d overheard at the parent-teacher conference he wasn’t even supposed to be at last year. Well, that was a good story. Not for now, but a good story. Everybody wonders… Read More Jonah and the Subnational, Unincorporated Territory
9-18
Content Warning: One possible interpretation of this poem could point to an eating disorder It was nice, getting to know my bones. The way my ribs stuck out like a handshake. The way my hips knew not to comment, just to stay and fight. Knuckles and collarbone, white like a dream: that was how I… Read More 9-18
Walter Water's Migraine
Walter Water’s migraine led him to tears. He’d laid down, listened to an hour’s worth of whalesong, swallowed pink pills whole with happy juice; then went out into the garden, where the rampant swimming pool sent turquoise shocks, alert, intact, mercilessly across his beating brain. Poor Walter winced, went inside again, waited upright for relief… Read More Walter Water's Migraine
