New car. New house. New job. The demon shook with laughter. Two thousand years and nothing had changed.
~after Morgan Parker’s ‘Afro’
A lioness came to me this morning in my sleep.She was sleek and beautiful,a coffee-colored cat,clean and immutable,with stone-blue eyes…
The night’s unsteady weather, with thunder in the distance but never drawing close, had stabilized…
I saw you kneel over
The shore of our discontent.
Shaking inside,movements falter,my chest opensto the shrapnel,the fractured piecesof a meaningless hopeforced into the light.