Anyway. I wrote this poem about a boy I loved who was an activist whode car was shot up at a protest in 2015 and I’m thinking about him today just like I’m thinking about all of us who really thought our work in 2014-17 was going to change the world. Today is hard.
i remember the first time i read this poem by @itsKayPrice more than a year ago. it changed my life on the spot, & i knew right away it would end up in these pages. i hope it changes yours, too.
“of his palm gripping a broken caracol I’d tossed aside because—spiral staircase, exposed ribcage—it was broken / and he with his tiny white teeth / insists I take it and I take it because
it is now because of him, perfect”
Hi hello this is the cover for SALAT. I owe so many for this starting w Jordan Nassar for the art, @LKTuffaha, @NifMuhammad, @zeinabeck, @KavehAkbar & Cornelius Eady for the kind words, the @tupelopress team & everyone who’s ever held it down for me. This ones for you ✨🤲🏽✨
“we sing to the black masc- / ots, the murder men in uniforms & south / pole, the slick boys. If we could die for dick, / or devin, or dayquan, or devaughnte, we’d / can cut our mouths to be tulips or terriers / leashed by hunger & touch” @goldenthem
the ENJAMBMENTS y’all!
“listen. I want to hear him call me daughter.
Perhaps this, my most selfish wound. When it opens,
I drag my name to the shed and shoot it
for my father, who I love”
“Presently, I am
thinking about my father...”
“...Once, in the dark of an early Fall,
I heard him toeing softly down our staircase
to glimpse me, make sure I was there.
And I was there, surely. I was so brutally there,
though the opposite was also true” @burritotheif
I have a new poem out today. It is about my father and I am nervous to share it. Thank you @TheShallowEnds and @tagreathouse for your care with this. ❤️