Gonna move from a slave bone
trickled down over 
sun marbled skin.
Going to cock his head,
stare,
slice a question 
through a breastbone.

Gonna move from a slave bone

trickled down over

sun marbled skin.

Going to cock his head,

stare,

slice a question

through a breastbone.

1 year ago
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Where hope avenges, there jukes a sound- half a breath- two millimeters too light.  Here, Job hems curtains  that hang a scent- of magnolias weeping in a pile of gold. Here, Moses eyes men  that look a diamond being cut to inches too small to sale. Here, Noah dons flippers  to feel the sea salt crack through pine yet hold and hold. Where hope avenges there jukes a sound half a breath- two millimeters too night.

Where hope avenges,
there jukes a sound-
half a breath-
two millimeters too light.

 Here, Job hems curtains
that hang a scent-
of magnolias weeping
in a pile of gold.

Here, Moses eyes men
that look a diamond
being cut to inches
too small to sale.

Here, Noah dons flippers
to feel the sea salt
crack through pine
yet hold and hold.

Where hope avenges
there jukes a sound
half a breath-
two millimeters too night.

2 years ago
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If they knew, they would’ve slid -
two coins across the brow,
four bows atop a hood.

If they knew, they would’ve slid -

two coins across the brow,

four bows atop a hood.

2 years ago
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If they knew, they would’ve swept you -
clipped your eyes to half moons,
perched that heart on a windowsill.

If they knew, they would’ve swept you -

clipped your eyes to half moons,

perched that heart on a windowsill.

2 years ago
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You have been reduced
to brilliance,
grey touching white
with an emptiness
like hugs
on a grave.

You have been reduced

to brilliance,

grey touching white

with an emptiness

like hugs

on a grave.

2 years ago
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In your eyes,
I see
you may already understand
that this pushing you up
above himself
comes life-long.

In your eyes,

I see

you may already understand

that this pushing you up

above himself

comes life-long.

2 years ago
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Crowns of cloth
never keep majesty
out of the eye.

Crowns of cloth

never keep majesty

out of the eye.

2 years ago
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As a little girl,
baby dolls in hand,
I wonder how often
you positioned their necks
at this angle.

As a little girl,

baby dolls in hand,

I wonder how often

you positioned their necks

at this angle.

2 years ago
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gone are the middling -
the mire -
mirrors,
here now,
a river
a wave,
a goddam tide. 

gone are the middling -

the mire -

mirrors,

here now,

a river

a wave,

a goddam tide. 

1 year ago
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Now, they know -
do they shimmer -
or do their lids
lay sins again.

Now, they know -

do they shimmer -

or do their lids

lay sins again.

2 years ago
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If they knew, they would’ve knelt -
six hammers to a sunset,
three wonders to a reach.

If they knew, they would’ve knelt -

six hammers to a sunset,

three wonders to a reach.

2 years ago
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If they knew, they would’ve stolen you -
wrapped your fingers in gauze -
your tongue in glass.

If they knew, they would’ve stolen you -

wrapped your fingers in gauze -

your tongue in glass.

2 years ago
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My love,
you are not
only
in flesh
and bone.

My love,

you are not

only

in flesh

and bone.

2 years ago
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Once,
in horns,
you knelt crooked,
and a croon
became the softest bandage
since whiskey.

Once,

in horns,

you knelt crooked,

and a croon

became the softest bandage

since whiskey.

2 years ago
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In a sweat jambalaya
of white cotton
kissing wet jade,
you aren’t a nigger anymore.
You’re holy.
Knees bent,
shoes dust,
you’re funny.
Arm raised,
mouth wide,
you’re human.
Lord,
if only this trumpet
could blow to Bethlehem.

In a sweat jambalaya

of white cotton

kissing wet jade,

you aren’t a nigger anymore.

You’re holy.

Knees bent,

shoes dust,

you’re funny.

Arm raised,

mouth wide,

you’re human.

Lord,

if only this trumpet

could blow to Bethlehem.

2 years ago
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