It’s my birthday today.33 years ago, my mother choseLife.Not so forOne million, three hundredseventy-one thousand,two hundred eighty-fiveOthers that year. I made itFrom clump of cellsto person.That [fabricated] line of“You’re nothing” to“You matter”.They didn’t. I grieve for Wombs turned tombs.I hope in the oneWho went in to bothTo offer life to Murderers and murdered Alike.
We painted Ru de la SantéBy guillotine.Scheunenvietel glittered with violence. We turned the soil of Choeung Ekto plant bonesMississippi trees bore strange fruit We turned Kigali sanctuaryto Tutsi cemetery.American streets are safer than her wombs. We are the riotous, genocidal lynchers.Map lines cross and change, blood-thirsty people stay the same. We shouted–crucify himwhen it was […]
Little firesI heard…and she said that he saidandI would neverLook at that forest ablaze Little daggersdid you know?andI can’t believe itandI just know it to be trueHow deep those wounds go Little morselsthey go down sweetandit was just talkand it meant no harmNot all poison is bitter Little wordslittle liesand little breaches of trustandlittle cursesSticks […]
It began as a drip drip drip A nuisance but subtle enough to ignore I set down a few towels and forgot Days later I stepped and sank a wide circle of soft floor it grew unnoticed Still, tearing out the source would cost me more so I shut the door Until it burst. “at […]
Betweenhead and heartnot yet and nowdead and alivefear and hopetomb and stone A day. Yesterday: it is finishedTomorrow:just as he said,why seek the livingamong the dead?