In the coffee shop, unctuous with light, I wait / for the syrup to settle in my gut.
"Sometimes When She Reaches for Me, I Can Only Think About Birth and Blood" and "Hunger"
"Palestine" and Three Ghazals
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My Mother’s Mother’s Mother —
Her wet nonexistent fingerprints run through / my scalp muttering, how would I let anyone take you.
The first time I pried a blade from your fist I told myself never again
I did love you,
emergency lines, knives and all, and you, you loved me
crawling.
“Eulogy: Tron Blue,” “You would’ve hated your funeral,” and “About Kam”
I miss church. Mostly for the performance.
You've got to shout for something.