A bi-weekly poetry series curated by Hanif Abdurraqib
guitar picks match sticks
sage bundle lungs pocket mirror calloused finger- tips
invisible girl. If you ask me I will tell you,
but you won't think to ask.
I pass smooth like water like blood
one swollen drop
Mulatto comes from the latin word for mule Okay,
so I'll be a mule
just not yours.
I'll run these drops
like a razor blade on the roof of my mouth this righteous anger
You won't think to ask
like matchsticks in my hair
this undeserved forgiveness
like sage smoke in my chest.
but if you did
I would tell you;
I am the granddaughter of a jazz & blues man
spent his life with his hand around the neck of some strung up branch rather than the other way around
and that right there is survival.