“Who would believe that you loved me? / Who would believe that you kept my name? ”

“Even forest fires have a season.”

my existence in this world is whole and unafraid

I don’t want the Nobel prize.
I want to be like my Uncle Moe.

the statute of limitations is up on all of my crimes...I hope

“If the Black world is lost, if our love world ain’t love,
if the unheard, unshaken Black word is freedom,
where is the world you knead off our skulls?”

“Engage in mutual aid. Educate each other. Challenge the greedy.”

“my younger brother gets hold of a gun for the first time / he begins to wish for a duel with a seven-eyed ghost”

The next expedition

The moment when a stranger reaches out

a smorgasbord of smut

I first started seeing "ghosts," or spirits, or otherworldly presences, when I was a little girl.

A desire to combat systemic oppression is a non-negotiable value

“I was told it was a phase, that I needed therapy, …that I could be fixed”

“Imagine taking the strongest edible ever and floating in a warm pool of oblivion”

“You were thinking egg the cop shop. I was thinking you slide over my belly, you slide onto my hand, take your sharp little breaths from my lips.”

“I wonder if the bursting of oneself into flames hurts just as much as being burned by someone else’s fire”

“…the cowboy looking down at his feet, lifting one boot at a time as if he can't believe he put the useless things on…”

“the legacy of trauma can be something other than shatter or silence”

“hazy memories of the funeral, the burial, and the aftermath”