Poetry
Poetry,
The Timeline by What Burns
my young tongue lacked the language of burning. A lack of language burns: I haven’t learned how to ask my father about dreams, whether it, too, is a kind of burn, a smoke
Poetry,
Portrait of My Father Spilling War Stories
What halcyon memory comes to a man in genuflection,
asked to mutter prayers in languages his tongue
will falter in?
Poetry,
Soja
The stool in the backyard is waiting
for your buttocks. The sun here longs
for your melanin, do you feel it?
Poetry,
The Myth of Lovers on the Dirty Side of the Road
One day I will love you
with something that isn’t pretending
to be something else. Salome, Salome, & all that
loneliness. I’m sorry—
Poetry,
Petition to replace the statue of Christopher Columbus with a Black Jesus wearing a Yankees fitted hat and Timbs, from the mouth of the homeless man who refused my granola bars and took the money instead…
I’m not tryna hear what you think about this statue.
Don’t talk to me unless you saw that corner store
go from the Indians to Hamadi’s Uncle to a Starbucks.
Where you stay? Where your grandma stay?
Poetry,
Orange Elegy
Maybe it was always saying, Danger is coming.
Maybe what I called joy was caution after all,
a threat heralding itself with perfume before the shock
Poetry,
I Am Still Singing The Song That Got Lost Crossing The Atlantic
I carried the fruit home
like colonization in a dress.
Peeled it. It bled. Ate it naked.
Poetry,
Peach Fuzz
we are all afraid this is it
she will not die laughing