November 2011
22 posts
I urged him to sit down,
pulled him into a quiet corner,
and held onto his wrist.
We stared.
It was like a river.
A Fall Fire.
A lady in waiting.
Marielle had lips like parentheses.
Every time Henry bit her,
she would bleed.
RED.
I imagine myself lying on a wood floor with a man...
Blackgirl-onabike, age 8: It is boring to put on...
WatchAn experimental video, from yours.
This is for you.
I used to read fairytales to him late night on the phone,
the same nights we learned to curl our tongues to form the letter U,
He used to tell me that I was like the color white,
I’d fall,
and balance on the balls of my knees,
his eyes would accompany his waist,
a freak show,
and before we knew it,
day had come.
A young girl in Iraq grabbed the hand of a solider in September,
She told him that she would dedicate his voice to a forest fire,
told him that he had been the last to possess the air of her tiny town,
The flame of a candle that allowed her to count the particles of her mother’s bones,
illuminated,
She told him that he had made her faith in a God feel like glass,
And caused her ears to...
I think I'm about to say everything that I've been...
The angel.
When I was younger, I told my Mom that I was an angel,
She said, you’re a sweet girl.
So, I tore up the insides of a pillow,
Snuck into the bathroom when the sky fell,
Stiched the feathers into my back,
Stood on the windowsill when she woke
And as her eyes opened,
All that was said was,
Do you believe me yet?
