“And we must now reckon with what we have done to our own blood.” Ta-Nehisi Coates, Black Panther, No. 1
know
everytime you
lamp-light in the
army
my
retired arms are
patterned in a basket
of week-old wild dildos
ask “What shattered
soon, Berryman?
Fiction is a
cop out."
keep
up
again
or miss our
mouth doom
mistaken
again
or
miss what's full
of sky and angel obvious
and desperately said
in suicidal (irradiated) light
he would
spit in my
peers
walking with my trampoline christian
multi-materials
no one locked an arrowhead
will jump a yellow
bus it's fundament this
aggressive carbon gown
governs my nursing
