Discover the contents inside
my envelope skin, kept sealed
by saliva-licked lips,
a Love Letter stuck in my throat,
Written in blood-ink,
hoping to be effortless
hoping to express microcosmic abundance.
Soaked deep in Truth,
my teeth hook onto the words
that follow my shadow
and my shadow’s shadow—
a tale between now and all past Humanities:
I am everything, yet I am nothing.
On righteous days I am aware that both are equally
You don’t know yet that I will write about you one day.
But, still, I already have.
Reasons we need feminism:
Today I saw a girl in the gym putting on hairspray before she started her workout.
Spirituality is where light and sound meet body and soul.
Nature weeps an eternal story:
beautiful regeneration after decay.
It tells the tale of humanity,
in the most unabashed way.
Translation is held, laughing above,
A reefed night blooming with light
Like the child’s eye.
Or maybe a mastered kiss,
Like the setting sun.
Tell me a love story,
and tell it to me like you still believe
in something called “A Memory.”
Wealth is the disease,
Privilege, the symptom.
A fire cannot burn,
a river whose earth meets the wind
which begot the flame.