Get Out

she thought there was nothing wrong with saying that they wanted our strength that the white brain is better on a black body ashamed of the dry fruit loops separated from the glass of milk stuck in a sunken place of denials the color of mud country roads of bidding disaster. we fall into cracks... Continue Reading →

Prayer

God I just want to heal wounds With language The way the preacher stretches his tongue to talk about you God I just want you to watch geese with me So that I can grow to love the Hudson the way you do I can love the way you do say the way you do... Continue Reading →

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