we knew what we looked like our tattered denim hems escaping their poverty
finished prayers we carried from the car. buckets full and heavy jars with tokens thrown in for the weight
we knew what we looked like our tattered denim hems escaping their poverty
finished prayers we carried from the car. buckets full and heavy jars with tokens thrown in for the weight
She loved bugs, didn’t she? Oh yeah, she was crazy
about a butterfly. What else did she love? A tall
the indignity lying
in not being invited back over
Nothing is new, least of all a world. Empire’s
propaganda litters highways stretched through
a Vegas Costco Gas from a drive-up
It’s good like gold teeth in the mouth of my manager
barking orders over the headset in the drive through,
Dr. So & So says that soon I’ll get
better at being better, & God knows
my hairdresser is envious of my hair,
humid and thick and too much, again.
My grandfather died this morning.
I had not seen him in over five years.
Not since coming out as trans
to who I used to call my family.