The South

I am
Plugged full of blood
As a little mollusk swims
Inside of you

Powder over everything
I am
Powder on my face
Wet beans
Rust where it shouldn't be

Bushwick Ave

Suzanne
And everything

Charlene
With diamonds

And purple
On the kitchen counter

The global air
Hits my lungs

Final Poem

Cancel my servers
Your hair is a mess
Your blankets are boring
The speakers are broken,
Are broken,
Are broken

Going Dark

When the apocalypse comes
I'll come out on top.

I'll know how to sit in time.

I won't be guilted into intuition.
I refuse to be guilty.

Times Sqaure

stadium lights make the night
sound different
in their cover
we are ablaze

we celebrate
shirk responsibility
toke up

standing outside in the rain is crying
from the outside

renewed in the marble mirror wiping heavy from your eyes

lips
gesture
strut


from up here
we are making the night
a night

a new year
calling out
for you! for you!