for lee buencamino

i part my lips in secret

glitter drips from the corners of my mouth
a syrupy sweetness my body welcomes in doses

in darkened corners
my tongue paces back and forth
relishes each label
each definition
like a lover lost among the years

how lucky am i to speak your words
savor that same story
and still stand here


Blk Girl Art

“Poems are bullshit unless they are eyeglasses, honey /
tea with lemon, hot water bottles on tummies.”