NaPoWriMo 2

i’m thinking of all the women my mother rescinded me to. 8-7 weekdays. "I'm only leaving To bring things back." and i’m thinking of how she would tie a thread between us and her. mooring rope. “Can she see it?” Keisha’s mum never seemed to. So we sat together then, for hours waiting for the… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2

NaPoWriMo 1

poetry has broken the back of my voice. craft a bowl from spine. like lifted hands waiting for something to fall into them. poetry is taping postcards to hotel room walls. i’m dizzy. i’m watching a film in a language i don't understand and i'm watching my hands write subtitles. i’m falling asleep on my… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 1