POETRY

i want to write about the blueberries i picked from the throat of a New England fall afternoon; how my hands plucked each branch like a familiar melody.

made out of thin copper wires originally from a moon planet averse to gravity aware of the pool of rainwater wet stones

into her, and I’m just trying not to get burnt, trying to keep myself whole. Will you try to shatter me?

[me, tense & admitting gunnah; him, heavy sob in a front seat]

now as in forever soul || luos reverof ni sa won

brother i was in a dream state/ Jesus was there/ & Gil Scott-Heron/ & the only sound/ the whirr of the ceiling fan/ brother/ the night we took

I was in calculus learning about tangents when I noticed, on the glossy

It has been five seasons since Rat King was made into Rat King. It took one season for them to learn to speak in unison

I am a gutted afterthought meaning my skin slips like any other

We find a note in the house from St. V’s, a summons to a meeting to discuss suspension

Little girl leaps Into the rhythm of the thing

“after church, purse filled with easter eggs & holy water the wife takes the uncle in, it’s just for a few weeks, until he gets back on his feet.”

“Your politics refers to an attempt to make/some part of yourself safe.”

“You mistook his peace for shyness mistook the blue for pools the eyes for danger because all the other eyes of all the other boys hid hostage narratives”

“I was nobody’s angel in the centerfold/too ballet scrawny to have any curves/too darkskinned to light up a room/too short to tower over my haters”

“because i had to, because/there is no room in the anglo o rthography /for an accented o, an ó/who is a mother with an umbilical cord/hanging out loose”

“I will die on Sunday afternoon in Saginaw/following a plate of my mother’s/enchiladas, fried chicken, and rice.”

“I’m never a teenager at all, if it can be arranged. I see the car coming and don’t make the left turn.”

“my children will begin to understand sometimes Dads are not your real Dads maybe their real Dad is still wandering no change of clothes no cash no comb”

“My body brown/as river. Silt all over/your fingers./I want to see you/lick yourself clean.”

“i can imagine you imagining me doing that with you like i was imagining in that moment / you never really know what the other person is thinking but i thought if we were off the clock i would try to find a way to kiss you”

“& what should I have grown up to be? She tried. Parted our hair to the side. Let two boys throw love at her one stuck she thought it was a miracle.”

. . The Depth of the coal by which I mean, the depth of the cool. The Depth was knowing at the string of me by [...]

“According to National Geographic, scientists have now developed the technology by which to grow tiny human hearts on spinach leaves.”

“cut offs and a racoon shirt/or finding fate in cut off (or la coupe)/where have you gone?”

“permiso,/slice open a mango. stream the juice/along my collar bone and drink. Taste…”

“Only please when you mean it./I’d give you all the stars//slipping across your milky chest,/spill them as secrets…”

“Drops of lavender/hush the sheets./Where’s my mind?/Curtained, squirming.”

“...6 months on, my hair began to drop me in chunks./i was 31. i was not ready to be bald because my brain was breaking.”

“in the beginning/God felt a little cute/so in his image/He created man…”

“The super sacredness of this,/my real Indian poem,/is going to absolve all white guilt, /but only if you buy my book…”

“Are your parents married? Why did your father marry her? Does he love her? Why is she so dark?”

“Don't know where my singing voice has gone./I swear I saw it somewhere here”

“Two had been attacked/and had metal plates/in their foreheads./One thought he was dying,/but it was just the DT’s.”

“She’d wash, clip plastic bags and Ziplocs to clotheslines. I’d unclip them,...”

“Sparrows tumbled from my throat, which is to say/the surgery was a success”

“if her allergens would keep to themselves./God forbid you have to be mindful/of dairy or cross contamination./...God forbid you ever worry/about the size and symbols/of a bathroom stall.”

“Slender girl with thick black plaits hides her teeth/from me when she smiles. her friendship is bravery./my body is violence.”

“4. “Drink a daily glass of kombucha instead of sweet tea, blue algae, or cola.”/5. “Is kombucha similar to zero-calorie water or rambutan agua fresca?”/6. “You look so young. Do you drink a lot of kombucha or is it the melanin?”’

“Dear dying moon/Dear blooming cherry/Dear barn window//Please grant permission”

“7. Pop one’s clogs/8. Struck down/9. Food for worms/10. Join the great majority”

“she say she a witch now. can’t nobody break what’s broken & i’m all ivory.”

“When cis men say they worry/about dying in the floodwaters of a former/sheet of ice, I think it must be nice, the privilege/that allows a cis man to worry about drowning…”

“//whachu want/from me?//whachu/got that won’t get//me killed?/i ask this//of every//land/i’ve planted”

“Type drugs,/delete drugs. Type illness,/delete illness. I’m blurry/& depleted…”

“funny how death isn’t much on the mind isn’t much a real thing isn’t much a/ concern until your body is a galactic crucible is a pillar of creation for the death-makers”

“Yesterday, I spent hours stroking the glean off my phone/until it erased every dead thing, until the dead were entwined/into its body.”

“god under my chin//hung together by a rusted artery/a copper clasp, poking”

“i once cracked open the earth. pleaded clay & rock to bare/children.”

“Turn me into a mirror, a space/for you to trap light, arms/rising up to make/the illusion of a head”

“The saying goes that revenge is a chilled soup. So, start with 2 whole Spanish yellow onions.”

“I never liked his mother/because she never liked me. Afraid of the damage//when the damage leans over.”

“Once an not now I/parachuted from a daring little plane.//As if a shipwreck survivor I crawled onto shore.”

CITRUS IS MY ONLY HOME To bite into an orange is not the same as to cut into an orange is not the same as to pick the orange [...]

“I want a life where I feel strange and intimate/with the border between the real and unreal//and still get to eat.”

“if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.” “if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.”

“Often, when my mother leafs through large, cluster stacks of paper and/prepares them for the shredder, I imagine skin.”

“I say hello/to a small face peeking/round the corner of someone’s house:/a cat in my mind/until it stands upright…”

“He grabs and grabs your hand and you keep going, daring and bargaining and begging for grace, trapped in all the muck and fluidity of the in between space.”

“My vagina is mostly scales; it belongs/in the water, filtered and innocent.”

“my dolls have hands not much smaller than mine/I rip the arms off my plastic baby doll/my mother pops them back in the sockets”

“And yes,/I still see spirits by the fireplace. A whole orgy/of voluptuous ghosts eating honey roasted peanuts.”

“wheel chair/accessible/*back entrances”

“You have/a sans-serif face; I wanna check out/your cerebrospinal fluid.”

“People bloom and divide like kaleidoscope beads around her blond yellow bead head.”

“in the cobbler I baked a part of me/was not sure you would have a piece/because I could have been//alone.”

“I’ve seen a boy go missing inside himself, so I searched for him/in cracked church bells & shot-out light bulbs.”

“She knows/how to mouth no, the shape/of her lips an opening pit…”

“& I’m tuned into/the cicadas,/wanting to join/but what part/of the body/makes a sound/so primordial”

“Who wants a body that/wants this much to be alive?”

“No. I drank the oldest lake because it was either drink that or the drink the oldest sea and I’d already drank the oldest sea a few months ago…"

I know these rivers that flow through me / I’ve gazed out from their hearts and still you do not see me

They were no less fragile than us, these creatures, / but they seemed better used to staring down a fast / coming death.

It’s Sugar features a giant / blond plump lips parted, sucking a lollipop

I said to my partner yesterday, I want to die. / He said do you want to go to the hospital.

Then I wait, a woman / alone, hoping / to have touched the heart / of the widower.

maybe it is time for me to write poems for You. The Somebody Else. / i need to find a way to eat what comes out of me. The Wonder

CREW: (From the grid) It’s sweet that you think you / can break the fourth wall.  

The horse stood trembling, had caught his leg in a toothed snare intended for the fox, / and she limped

you can take the boy / but the heckie naw stays / announcing his nation

white woman says that i would look so beautiful if only i took the time to straighten my hair

My priestess fries her perfect / eggs-in-a-nest: a seeping well, / saturating seams of crust.

At the duplicating center I work for, sometimes customers will leave behind important legal or personal documents

it was like in that moment, / the demon crawled out / of my chest to set a colorless fire / to my face and said believe her

Not all clouds is something I might add, as a postscript, not all clouds

ma said don’t touch don’t scratch don’t

you can return to masonry / be a gavel

At sixteen, she’s still new to this nation that un-names her daily.

trying to contain expansion means explosion