some people ask for things
that are impossible to do 
like stop loving you 
i wanted to tell you 
that i love you 
but i knew it is too soon
once, reflecting on who
i attracted, the dominant type
some literally professional 
my former love told me it was 
that big women who saw 
i was easy to control 
should have seen that red flag
seeing as she did not know 
when to leave work at work
i begin to see control mechanisms
in every interaction it’s hard to
end the wetiko ways but we can
if we want we can be different 
what will you choose?

Son de Negros en Cuba, in Spanish. “Son” is a Cuban musical genre (think African beat, Iberian melody). It also translates as “ are.” Song of negroes…

Federico Garcia Lorca: Song of Negroes in Cuba

there are some people i know
whose beauty
is a crime.
— Read on www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/58125/sorcery

based on a prompt from bernadette mayer

dance dance dance dance dance
hold me close and tell me a secret 
dance dance dance dance dance 
be sweet and thoughtful when u can
draw us a bubble bath, with lavender 
a solo traveller’s farewell gift
a message that it’s okay to leave
whisper to me “you’re all mine”
even tho you don’t mean it

i’m so excited for tomorrow 
and the possibility it brings
i forget about my anger
and i begin to sing 

i’m full to the brim 
with knowing
all the subtle sayings
until it’s snowing
i begin praying

what’s your disease?
what’s your damage?
tell if you please
if u can manage 

run me my money ho
then we can talk abt
what’s funny tho?
run me my money o
re-tribute this honey
so swell u think no
u ain’t shit 
RUN ME MY MONEY HO

“A nice gathering like today is not enough. You have to go back, and reach out to your neighbors who don’t speak to you. And you have to reach out to your friends who think they are making it good, and get them to understand, that they, as well as you and I, can not be free in America or anywhere else where there is capitalism and imperialism.”