Speak of
edges – no not this – The We you look longer for – Unprotectable square eyed
The last
don`t writings – disappearing high silences
poems that
reverse poems
What a We
of weapons
Here the
body is slow and elegant - untapped
Unformed
understanding
forced reference
Constructed
whiteness my eyes no longer adjust – I recognize nothing
Stepping over saints
pushed into pockets - snatching us back from death
St John of
the cross
the fluids
Drain back into
the wound
poems come before
this denial
resistance is
disease
What can I do
with dada that I can`t do alone
The poems are as
out of place as We are
reverse the curse
– What language is the one we don’t understand – write in this language
every reality
constructed by Whiteness is a crime
we are lazy and
let them continue to make square buildings
This us and them believe in dead and gone – silences last
voice and mother trees – seals
portals with rest in peace
We fail to protect
- who I am
who you were who is coming
We fail to
protect immortality
The horror of
them loving you more than you love them
words come later
at first – there are no words to make it out of here – Unprotectable people
require Unrecognizable poems
I am real and I
only see you
