you are in these bones, but they are not you.
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To My Hometown,
Ruby Bridges is 67. Many of the racist white folks threatening to kill a six year old girl for being a black child attending a previously segregated school are still alive right now. They’re grandparents and great-grandparents who taught their kids, who are parents and grandparents now themselves, all the same things they believe in Read more
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You taught me that.
Nailed my pride over the door the day I came home and watched it stretch itself across the whole: a new kind of caul, nuclear wall of light and heat- loved with no leashes, held with no withholding. No collar, no keeper, no master, no god. Only family, only faith. “This is more than love, Read more
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unsent letters #201
On patient parenting and masculinity. This is what I want to move away from. I yell a lot, but it isn’t to assert dominance or be punitive- and me saying this about myself is not an incrimination or accusation of you, I am speaking about me. This is just the perspective I’m working from, what Read more
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something like six bodies ago
i miss her. i miss being her. that hand of hers, that tongue. rapt, silk around your overwrought nerves. god-the-serpent wants to crawl out of my mouth, i feel my throat flex and think of you. choking on nothing and thinking of you. half dozen lifetimes balled up in your fist shoved three fingers first Read more
let me sow that i may reap 