Poetry

after Gordon Parks: Untitled, Chicago, Illinois,from the series Metropolitan Baptist Church (1953) Losing form beforethe everlasting a favorof your kind owed notto the beginningsexempt from the ethicof joy or those whocould not show youthe luxuries of paindifference betweeneach dig at deeptissue solvedby the therapist whosewrist leads eitherthe moan or musclejudgeless before harmI keep on running …

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We could road trip to Tennessee from New Mexicothe kids & I we could be brave they think I’m bravewe could unroll our bags & throw our chanclas in the grasswe could barefoot it we could unlearn the constellations& learn them again unhitch their stories from their nameslike the names I’ve taken into my belly …

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Would you make love to me if I had two heads?I promise it’ll be fun, a two-for-the-price-of-one big-box-department-store-weekly-special:Just add water! And my extra head magically sprouts out of my neck, birthing quicker than the Chia PetI was dying to bring home back in the nineties, with a grocery cart full and checkout-stand tabloids and scandaland …

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