April 26, 2018
The rope was knotted when I found it.
White and worn,
tense from the front to back with knots
stretching as long as 5 feet and 11 inches.
I irked to untangle these knots, biting my nails loosened the
ability to free the rope.
One unraveled, several produced.
Iris E. McPherson
Are you the color
of Congress, the Senate,
and the tacky walls of the Oval Office?
Do you speak the right language,
is it with the right accent? And if not
can we use your brain or your labor
to make our weapons?
Would you vote for the correct person?
Were your ancestors broug...
Mother told me,
her roundness as the Earth,
“You should watch your weight.”
April 13, 2018
The all new redesigned Venus razor
will give you the smoothest shave
you’ll ever get and sits
in the endless repertoire of beauty
that’s expected to be performed.
It is among the youngest of its kind,
only there for a hundred of the thousands
of years that we have bled on thi...
March 5, 2018
I went to bed muttering something
about God, or not a God, or a woman
an uncertain self-separation,
a soul in the arms of a sea — soul —
What it's like to be Human in a Non- Human Form
Living or Dead Things
April 25, 2019
After Hanif Abdurraqib
EX-SPY FOR THE INTERNATIONAL FBI
May 7, 2018
Self Portrait of the Artist
The Artist as a Young Man
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