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Literature Text
All I [was/am/will be] exists
within a
smeared display case.
I catch glimpses
of relief
between the greasy palmlines
left by lookers-on,
gasp with fiberglass lungs
that cannot,
without splintering,
churn such stale air,
sweat in the company
of nothingness
most stifling
under these spotlights.
I am
exposed as museum fodder,
regarded and disregarded
in the same hour,
distressed as a doe
with ears pricked
toward tire cries,
with every capillary taut enough
for a tight-roper
to tip-toe with arms out
from left heel to scalp,
all of this
on the tip of
a long-bitten tongue
convinced of its unworthiness
to be helped.
within a
smeared display case.
I catch glimpses
of relief
between the greasy palmlines
left by lookers-on,
gasp with fiberglass lungs
that cannot,
without splintering,
churn such stale air,
sweat in the company
of nothingness
most stifling
under these spotlights.
I am
exposed as museum fodder,
regarded and disregarded
in the same hour,
distressed as a doe
with ears pricked
toward tire cries,
with every capillary taut enough
for a tight-roper
to tip-toe with arms out
from left heel to scalp,
all of this
on the tip of
a long-bitten tongue
convinced of its unworthiness
to be helped.
Literature
Pacific
October, and the
sky is on the ground again;
boats on a small sea.
Literature
The Breathless 2
-2-
July 24th
Mama married Daniel today at a church in Daniel’s home town of Gilchrest.
The church was packed. Mostly Daniel’s people. He comes from a large family, the majority of whom live right here in town. On Mama’s side it was just me, Allie, Aunt Helen, my Cousins Julian, Tristan and little Sadie and Mama’s coven Sisters; Simone, Louise and Hanifah.
Everyone loved the decorations which is gratifying, considering all the work we put into them. The theme was the four elements with a nod to our African roots. The church has four seating sections divided by columns and each section got a different element while
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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My anxiety is fucking with me today. I wanted to try to capture the feeling.
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
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I love it. Thank you for sharing