a perhaps Hand (which comes // out of nowhere), arranging / her young face, // a window into which people look / (but don’t see— // arranging changing placing // a paper in her hand, / a strange …
What was it that slid through the field of my hand? / A mountain. I will say it was a mountain, although / it is no longer here for any other to see. It is elsewhere / and doubtless sitting like a …
Three shades of afternoon light—gluttonous— / Salt me when I open the door / I wasn’t expecting it / Marigold mouths pout / Fresh leaves threaded to greet newcomers / What a betrayal then, to …
how easy it is to erase rusting yellows? / how easy to let blues blue into zombi? / how easy / is ease?
Do we all migrare: pass into a new condition? / Are we all natives—nativus: born in bondage— / walking toward no-border?
And it was ordinary, that year, / when the artillery fired blanks, / and the glass hail panicking / the crowd vanished / where it landed, / and there was no hail, / but only the prosody of sleet.
My mother warns me / that Grandmother has awakened / from death, / taken a shower / and put on a dress / over her naked body
But dying is a specific outcome of the world’s game. / I ask the AI what a Black solution would be. // “One that does not kill the player.”
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