DAY 2
blues poet stands
at a crossroads framed
in indigo light.
he reaches his hand around
to his left side, slits himself
open as if to gut a fish.
once inside, he feels
his heart, touches
his liver. but he
is not an oyster. he has
not eaten sand. what then
can a pearl be?
DAY 36
we are busy and wanting
to push through light
the bowl i drink from
says we humans keep
cutting back the trees
so that we alone can live
and i realize too just how
much i don’t want to be lost
DAY 39
black girl. u a blk gurl. black girl. play on blacktop. play. girl. black. u a blk gurl. jump down. turn around. black girl. sing. pretty. song. u a blk gurl. play on. merry-go-round. you. black girl. look. merry-go-mad. you. black. you. girl.