It would take an hour to have me bleed out if I slit my wrists.
Dearest Mama, “It has been thirty years since I left home, without leaving a word
Dede, boyed to silence, thrashes the earth in mouthed struggle there is so much to
as a kid, maami would wrap my fallen tooth with verses from psalms, mutter prayers
light that gives a sense of stillness, not of the grave, but of the kind
i. mother, the blue light harbours me for a while. the distance between razor-clasped fingers
night room. mosquitoes mimicking tones of the funeral. & i force my
Peer through Hubble’s binoculars: the indispensable dot suspended in dust, the harbour of life, giver
Leave something of sweetness and substance in the mouth of the world. — Anna Belle
I love my father for tellin’ me to take off the gloves ’cause everything he