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letter to a friend

i dream about you a lot. i don’t tell you because i don’t want you to get the right idea. when i take journeys in my dreams sometimes you will accompany me and sometimes i will encounter you on the way. you never say anything. i wonder if this means you’re talking and i’m notContinue reading “letter to a friend”

twilight of the dolls

at dawn when i can trick my brain into thinking it’s dusk and vice-versa how joyous it is to know we die so that we may live i will not meet you again but how joyous it is to know i would die for you every day people are already fleeing this place even asContinue reading “twilight of the dolls”

two steps into luv

i’m stepping into luv i’m choosing always always will luv you always always i set the stone down, finally kept the pieces i needed skipped the surface tensions and fortunes built in caverns and conflict was in vogue again set still in the palm of trees in the mirth of oceans in the fabulous generosityContinue reading “two steps into luv”

when a feeling hurts you have to listen

when a feeling hurts you have to listen otherwise who knows what pinpricks devour you like so many locations on a map saturated and bubbling up on each other when you feel slighted u oughta take a slight pause so as to not react reacted far too often my body fatigued by watchfulness it’s betterContinue reading “when a feeling hurts you have to listen”

Review of Reviews

Why can’t you just talk about yr favorite parts? Always false concern. You didn’t make it. Make it new: “Quotation is a sign of humility.” Falsetto stains yr voice. Careful now. “But yr so lovely when yr delicate.” I’m so not. “But isn’t it sweet to try.” I don’t follow.

Theory by Dionne Brand

“There are multiple reasons why I find myself in the situation of not having completed my dissertation; on the other hand, I believe one ought to take stock of one’s own bullshit.” Theory, the latest novel by Dionne Brand, begins and ends with this footnote. The unnamed, ungendered narrator retells three romances over the courseContinue reading “Theory by Dionne Brand”

won’t you put on your gambler jeans

won’t you put on your gambler jeanstease me a little bityou sit in the dirt and spitintuit the portal that is my waistfor a minute they met in the aquariumwhere fluid is sexualitythey met in the park.one had on that beautiful half-smilewho brought paint and painted each other.one couldn’t drawshe couldn’t picture herself if abu-bakrContinue reading “won’t you put on your gambler jeans”