You find yourself in a room where Drake and Snoop
and Kendrick play at a dance party you stumbled into
and again you hear nigga over white speakers and
the arm is not yours. neither the bubbling stomach—the black room the voices from the next room a hundred miles away the curving lines between the shaking the slip the strobe the bed the floor […]
Before we learned this position for its relevance when faced with a gun you could find my people packed in a sweaty sanctuary — arms raised, wailing, asking God to speak and He spoke, as much as any word is an approximation, a translation, a mother’s ecstatic dance until she falls limp to the floor, […]
Perhaps it is not pronounced enough to easily notice, at least from a distance, but praise be to the hairs populating the Bering Straight, or more accurately crossing the Mediterranean — bridge like cedar planks with black nails, bridge like the boat my jido came here in, bridge to Dearborn, Michigan. The hairs stand up […]