June 2011
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i’ve always felt like i was being pulled into a vacuum. isn’t that what they call a black hole.
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“I hear these women raving ‘bout their monkey men,
About their trifling...”
– Ida Cox
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Gwendolyn Bennett--artist and poet
I love you for your brownness
And the rounded darkness of your breast.
I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice
And shadows where your wayward eye-lids rest.
Something of old forgotten queens
Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk
And something of the shackled slave
Sobs in the rhythm of your talk.
Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow’s mate,
Keep all you have of...
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pillaging youth
it was at the house in Barrio Hollywood, where i stayed that summer. juan was a local legend, druggie, artist, and somehow he ended up staying in the house for a few weeks.
we were drunk at noon, chain smoking joints of mexican weed, riding the wave of summer in Tucson. back then—back then i was a tease. i figured if i couldn’t stop the heat i’d feed it.
once connor went to...
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Figure Father
How has father affected me? Was it his leaving, Or his being? You think it’s that I don’t trust men. [O baby, It’s that I’m just like him.] I always noticed the treachery, Memories of mistress before The wedding. At home I wiped the glass door clean, [But did I explain it to Mommy?] Strangely fond of what You’ve done— In Belize Or on the run. Papa’s a rolling stone, They say. [I roll...
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read romantic poets, write romantic poetry.
Blessed night,
Which shatters day,
What might happen?
Come—
What may!
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a muse
All hope is false,
I should know,
she’s my mother.
Don’t rely on accuracy—
its compulsive
And
if the moon is growing,
than so must I.
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