i trust the universe
even though it lied to me
that i could go back
to the beginning
and find myself there
*
father
a drinker
mother
a pourer
me
a not-me
as i am always
farther than my mouther
self can be
from home
*
racial privilege
is when white out
means rewriting
and black out
means relighting
*
i’m asked if
all lives matter
and i am reminded
that none do
as my answer echoes
to the air
that isn’t inhaled
fully
when i speak
making full use
of its cannibalized cousins
*
lay down
lay down
rest
like a beast
who will spend
most of its life
avoiding the fact
that each sleep
is a wake of death
that opens its eyes
evermore
each day
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