Poems from The Bird

Soldiers of rainbow uniforms Marching for freedom Fighting for their existence Trading closets for caskets Skeletons no longer a metaphor...
After Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib   All my sisters/ mouth the words/ female president/ like a spent prayer/ turn to the others/ deify/ the word...
I don’t eat strawberry-flavored Candies, save Laffy Taffys or Starbursts. I don’t eat oranges   Or brown bananas. I’ll only eat the stalks...
My nose becomes a leaky faucet whenever I eat soup. The bed must be remade each day because I sleep so wildly. My breasts are a treasure...
When it was all over, I wished I had been selfish. Begged for another smile to keep me company, another laugh to break the ice, another hug...

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