Dignity

We spooned
out avocados beside lakes, // I licked pink salt from your nape, /
drew the shapes of continents
on your back


Scallion Pancakes

Even lizards, starfish, and sea cucumbers
Can regrow their limbs,
Like the scallions did after my mother
Gave them a haircut before dinnertime.




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Three Comics

if you measure it you diminish it


Cover image of ( ghost gestures ) by Gabrielle Civil

from ( g h o s t g e s t u r e s )

The doll was small, about a foot long, with a cloth body and a 1920s-style, plastic Kewpie face. She was pitch-black like the new moon.


A photo of Felandus Thames "Ideas of Ancestry"which consists of hairbrushes installed directly to a green wall. The hairbrushes have bristled removed so as to form letters with the bristles that remain. They spell out, " “taped to the hall of my cell are 47 pictures 97 black faces my father mother grandmothers grandfathers brothers sisters uncles aunts cousins nieces nephews they stare across the space at me sprawling on my bunk I know their dark eyes they know mine I know their style they know mine I am all of them they are all of me they are farmers I am a thief”

Cartographies of Heartache

I have been visiting prisons as long as I can remember and have lost count of the number of times my picture may have been taped to the wall of a cell. Visits Upstate meant early morning departures on the weekends. Trips to the County meant mostly middle of the day and evenings. Geography lessons of heartache experienced through small towns and cartographies of captivity. Same waiting spaces. Same security wanding and invasions. Folding your arms over your underwire is supposed to silence the screeching of the hand-held metal detector. Some correctional officers invested in showing that you are just another number attached to the number of someone deemed less than human.