I fear running out of pages
There you go making me feel likely I have no clue how to put two words together. Gut wrenchingly beautiful.
“where is the white women who has written what it feels like to hate the black women who reared her?” -toni morrison
Pillow salty-wet,returning now to slumber;fading back to black.
Inspired by the Haiku This prompt “Gift”
“Yeah, meh to the Myrrh,We bring you diversity”We call them Magi
I will go to youno matter how far it’ll bemy dearest soulmate.
[The season is over. This is off-season dreck. When Winter comes and the Kachinas go back to their mountain homes, we…
“I don’t know how to make it better for you. You say I smother, cover you like an itchy wool blanket, heavy in a stuffy room. I say ‘I love…