Poetry

Poetry,
I am haunted
I recite prayers and my ancestors respond, there is no good, no evil only sand where language fragments and clumps when salt rushes to meet it

Poetry,
In the Forest Behind the City
Saving these children / means leaving their grandmother / to be swallowed by bullets and a lake

Poetry,
Scar
When your hand slit open on the metal edge of a
bulletin board, you kept it to yourself, embarrassed by your ordinary
humanness dripping onto the library carpet.

Poetry,
Elegy at Sea
Today I think about all the / immigrants lost to the sea, / to the whirlwind of loss that / engulfs everywhere in this / land where there are open graves / for our dead.

Poetry,
Hot and Wet
Who are you, device for my undoing, mechanism of my mania unfolding?

Poetry,
Woman, Life, Liberty
in this monster / of a city we call Tehran, where the strands / of your hair became the biggest thorn in / the side of this regime ravenous

Poetry,
we finna abracadabra the fuck outta mangrove
all the white gods of language: binary— / ain’t shit; shapeshift—code switch; articulate—Black / as fuck, smooth-talk DNA encoded; spell-caster— / gxrl, I’m mythical auntie, enchanting, making y’all / as black & free as America ain’t.

Poetry,
Black Girl Sonnet (1)
our mothers, red soled, holler resistance / eyes peeled and ready for love, toes planted / in terra cotta, they worship on knees