Would I be a fool for being a simpleton?
i wonder if the californian drought is drying up this soft brown soil, making
my skin hard, cracked, and i wonder,
what is left now, frozen nothingness of a no-man’s land?
Do you know how uncomfortable it is to fight crime in a mini-skirt?
A universe of synapses
To my little sister who doesn’t understand: Today I wrote an article But the image of their bodies Is not on the paper In the news report: Israel bombs four Palestinian children playing soccer on the beach You already know That liquid nourishes, nurtures, But one day you will learn: There are also weapons…
This is how it has always been
And the way it should never be
A girl who cannot look at herself
And a boy who will be free.
I’m sorry, Malala, if I may call you Malala,
for wasting my privilege.
I’m sorry that when I miss school
I get to call it laziness
And that when you miss school
You call it survival
Why flirt with aspirations
when you can fucking run
the whole thing.
Y’all stay with me
Whether I like it or not
The love people mistake for rudeness
The sugar disguised as curse words
The underlying tenderness in your “bitch please”
I have digressed
from infallible abstractions
as I look outside the window,
ghosting along your heart,
outside the cemetery.