this face
that cannot
imagine the sweetness
of reciprocity, begs
for release.
Wages for Housework and Other Necessary Labor
The Eclipse (El Eclipse) by Lola Alvarez Bravo.
Sword Swallower (somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic)
Sol Niger by Leonora Carrington, 1975.
I spent a year as a sword swallower
Moaned your name through the scar tissue
Closed my eyes and imagined the crows
Feet that form around your eyes when you
Smile (Achilles heel turned broken ankle).
I wanted you to tell me more about G*****
(You were impressed that I could find it on a map)
Most Things Die In the Winter Here: 3 Poems
(in dreams)
my teeth fall out.
I am a mouth full
of crowns and empty
houses; my gums, bloody
shores where ancestral trauma still washes up
today.
Good Bait: A Lesson In the Political Economy of Desire
black on black on Black on
Timbs;
an interruption – no,
an intervention.
a reminder to the Columbus-ing ass fuckboys
(and girls) that
they
still