Tabs open on your screen right now: A Google search for Mendi + Keith Obadike and bikini photos of Jada Pinkett’s mom.
If you had to brag about yourself: I think my jokes are funny.
Your writer crush: Teju Cole for the Times
Favorite lyric: And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels—Lil Wayne, “A Milli”
Any place in the world: Harare, Zimbabwe
Best breakfast: bangers & mash
Favorite online places right now: Savage X Fenty. But if we’re talking literary journals, Cosmonauts Avenue.
Sweetest thing: Bread pudding with rum sauce. Good kisses.
Your rituals (writing or not): My writing day is at least 20% anxiety attacks and 30% hot yoga.
Least impressive thing about you: I’m ticklish.
Favorite space to write: In the sun, on my patio. Who said you can’t multitask?
What should we know: Never underestimate the importance of probiotics.
Guilty literary pleasure: Ghostwritten celebrity memoirs. And pop-up books.
Best book nobody talks about: Dandarians by Lee Ann Roripaugh
Character (TV, book, movie) you most identify with: Tracee Ellis Ross’ Instagram.
Last time you lied: Probably somewhere in this interview
The lie: I’ll never tell…
Question you secretly want to be asked: What if we did a folio in which you exes reviewed poems you wrote about them?
The answer: Well, I’m glad you asked…
SHAYLA LAWSON is the author of three books of poetry—A Speed Education in Human Being, the chapbook PANTONE and I Think I’m Ready to see Frank Ocean—and the forthcoming essay collection THIS IS MAJOR (Harper Perennial, 2020).