May 2012
“We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit.”
—Audre Lorde (via nirvikalpa)
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I really want a good summer read (fiction). Could you recommended me some books pl I trust your taste. Thanks
Hey :)
I wish I knew what kinds of readings you enjoy but I can tell you the books I’ve liked The Book of Night Women by Marlon James, The Bright Forever by Lee Martin, Kindred by Octavia Butler
Hands On The Wheel (feat. A$ap Rocky)
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Hands on The Wheel - Schoolboy Q ft A$AP Rocky
Pulling the Glass Out
There are many people
I must apologize to, but
Somehow, while the night
Sits silent, I see those
Apologies as small
Hungry ants, sitting atop
a tropic mountain, the Moon
Serving witness like a fat
Watchman with nothing to
Lose, but still, nothing
Tangible to give.
There are people who will
Speak of me in tercets, as
The Big Mouth Girl with
Big Mouth Failure and Big
Mouth Glow but beside me
an old radio manipulates its
own dial and plays a summer
of old songs and I recall
each melody, which says to
me that I have traversed this
Sahara previously, and every
decision I made has been remade
in a body I will not recognize but
will inevitably meet again.
...And The Next
It is the last bastard in a liter of
foreign sons with white fur
he doesn’t believe it is
happening, neither do they
honesty cripples the king
he wears the american flag
on his collar
and the world around his neck
he does not fall
unless it is silent
if there is no one
to find the body
the murder
did not
happen.
Pray for me today.
Tell god I want to do what he’s enlisted me to do. Tell him I get it, and I’m ready.
Jilted Magenta (freewrite)
Every spring I decide how
worthy I am of summer
by how much more
wind my skin could surge
at this point of
of the season
I am tipping out
of my carcass like
a starfish left to survey
the sand in the dead
of day,
its edges receding
back
to its body in
daft prayer,
“You are not fat”
if fat is a molecular
collection of prisms,
I am made up of
triangles that
jut my flesh into
weird angles,
I am never comfortable
during or after a hug
I stand stiff at
and chuckle at
the dough jokes
though I find
nothing funny
about mold.
The big mouth
will wish for quiet
when it has
out spoken itself.
The bold body
limits its eyes
to what it
can gather in
from the
traveler’s fun house;
it is much
easier to believe
what no one sees
than what everyone
will tell you
they see.
