i order a long black
he looks at me
man on man gaze
i smile
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i order a long black
he looks at me
man on man gaze
i smile
douse it douse it douse it
strike a match and freeze the scene
I want to feel
the warm milk of your smile.
I want to see your reflection
in the moon’s mirror, polished like spring bones.
She was not like unwitting prey,
That had never sighted the lion;
She fled from him, knowing
As she did what it meant…
i’d put stickers all over the moon
and hang it from the ceiling
in the living room
Brown girl: you don’t get a plot twist. Your story’s been penned
with strokes as hollow as they are spiteful
For those who forego the languor of home ground, that lethal rapine of routine, the most compelling sound of the travelling life might be a ferry’s foghorn throughout the night
A drunk girl came up to me in a club last week and told me, yet again, that I look exactly, no, exACtly–Sarah! Come over here! Doesn’t she look exACtly like our Hannah?
Vacant of leaves
and shell-wrapped gifts,
dad and I can see the sky.
the fox and i
shared one glance
i think about it all the time
and as soon as I touched the freezer’s handle,
the tar wall behind it rippled.
I’m ready for the ritual
where I get crowned a
crone.