my shadows, to you, are trapdoors.
my shadows, to me, are back doors;
I am a woman who puts her shadows
to use as a retreat from the world.
MICRO
my shadows, to you, are trapdoors.
my shadows, to me, are back doors;
I am a woman who puts her shadows
to use as a retreat from the world.
MICRO
So you said I love you / into the seventh glass of dry wine, / as the hurricane declared your street / a river.
POETRY
How easy it is to eat through the faces / of black girls with your weapons.
MICRO
My black is a story of night and day.
My black is a story of mud and clay.