Musings on a break up.
“Gabby Rivera told me, hold wisdom below your tongue until it enters your bloodstream. / So I drank potions, prayed for books, and chanted affirmations”
“I keep my fingers crossed slow dancing / anticipating a regrettable pull, / a new dark orbit.”
“I am not content with being a pawn in the systemic genocide of my people.”
“in the sweetness / of the long train down from Yonkers, / thin, crimson socks pressed between flat and fitted sheet,”
“my soul is like the saline sea / and i feel sea sick”
“We are sinewy, brown flesh. A cloak of / fog pulled stiffly around the bleakness.”
“How did you inherit their shame? How did you inherit his guilt?”
“Last night, she reminded you she was / Easter spring resurrected; standing right-hand to God to always Be. “
A poem depicting imagery of life in the ghetto.