"see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever"
-Lil Wayne
"Everyone wants a performance from the people they consider brilliant."
-H. Abdurraqib
i tell her my heart has a hole bottomed, a rot larger than the mouth
a lipping i tongued so you try to outline, i reuse words so much i am
nothing outside repetition: tell me is that love
someone will love you then love nothing, i lay down
to sleep, pray to take, down on my knees
pray to take, when i wake you are are gone
pray to take, when i wake you are are gone
my childhood bottled, my city smashed the globe of falling
gently what is the debris of drowned bodies floating, what of bodies
in my city held suspended, your body lay me down on the porch
of abandoned houses, tell me is that love
can you hear me sobbing through sound, slipped
the anchor called "other people" onto your tongue
is that love, i thought i could hold, hold the lens up
what is the trespass, do you gamble with breaking
how netted to surfacing, draw me monstered
enough to terror part human, part dream
whisper, new orleans, do you know the cost
of dancing in the streets while the dead unrest
memory of bodies anonymous collect at my feet
you can wade into death so deep the smell
leaves, hard rock in the palm, so we tread miracle
i have seen what cannot be cloaked in this time
enough to terror part human, part dream
whisper, new orleans, do you know the cost
of dancing in the streets while the dead unrest
memory of bodies anonymous collect at my feet
you can wade into death so deep the smell
leaves, hard rock in the palm, so we tread miracle
i have seen what cannot be cloaked in this time
blocks of prayers fallen debris, a do not touch
me kind of song that starts: is there love
enough in the world to call me back home
its stain: she says, you have so much trauma
you lifetime, hold the barrel of the gun up to your mouth
i microphone the harbor of desire where no one can reach
tell me love, we are not the same. write my name on the bullet
pull it like a kiss, throw it against my body, throw it
against the soft spaces i made syllabic as punch
syllabic as what is beautiful will stay in a way you could
not, tell me is that love: still frames amuse
i was never part of the view, this theater i constructed
set design of artifacts writing out from under you
& then saw finally that none of it was true
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