10/2/2017 MathematicsDisposable and undeserving The lowest common denominator Desperately auctions himself off To whoever will subtract themselves enough A bodily cry for help From damaged goods and wounded self Met with patterns of carnage And tasked with solving himself He sits at the ocean and hears The world is yours, the world is yours But divides his inheritance to Any pitiful lover that chooses him But probably won’t Soil and sand and mathematics and love Is all yours, the ocean says The world is yours, the world is yours ## 10/2/2017 Swimming LessonsAcquainted with bubbles bursting against Wet, brown skin in a wondrous World with which I am unfamiliar Familiar with soft rice pressed into Finger creases and her endless attention Hopeless love for her wild dark kin Swimming in cotton fields that senselessly soak it up Until he is unfamiliar And unloved She doesn’t know she takes her son to drowning lessons ## 8/17/2017 Two GuestsMy feet slap simmering concrete The sun yawns mandarina Over our swept safe suburb Her piercing fragrance of lamb Soaking soft fibers in turmeric Awakens us from our play My friend licks his dark lips I’m hungry and proud My feet tap cleaned carpet Is our home like yours Will you at least approve of the taste Garnished like on your television Our food is our only lifeline Your visit is a rude awakening You pale giants consume vast space I’m terrified and ashamed ## 8/17/2017 CakeSyrup tingles and I feel like Cake soaking in molasses When I hear them sing Of loving their black bodies I can hear them from the big house Over screaming suburban silence Roars of roasting coffee beans Cries of college acceptances he promised When the man first moved in He traded us machines for humanity and said Stay in my house don’t listen to the darkies They always misbehave, the darkies But I am a deep dark chocolate cake slathered in fudge And she is too, and he is too And they love their sweet bodies Although they bake in the burning sun But I hate mines Amma, Nanna, can we please leave the house I wish we all just left the house Because knowing ourselves is better than hot water ## |
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