Art Movie

The train stopped, still loads new passengers, but the conductor won’t let me get off and kiss you. You know that’s what I haunted to do.



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photo of a barren desert

from Feed

I would LOVE to imagine
being alive in five
years but I have these bones u know?


black and white photo of a bird's wing

Age

An erasure poem of "Age Ain't Nothing But a Number" by Aaliyah


Becoming Ghost

He says: I want it to smell / like the real thing. // The real thing / is a landscape // of work and death–– / the names of our ancestors // slack in our mouths, / just the art of loving // your family line enough / to reproduce it.


photo of barbed wire on a fence on a cloudy day

Involuntary Exits

I am a child of wayward fruit / trying to touch a violence— / its bruised shape, a mirror / of my own dark face & hers.