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New York State,

Lenape to Mahican territory

and beyond.

Quit frontin' and collapse already.

December 28, 2015

So Hello Again,

You’ve brung me to my knees and my knees be a pen
Be bees knees you are thee cotton to my candy too sweet for regular consumption 
tempt me 
Be that chocolate bar 
be that grocery aisle 
be that right before checkout 
let me check you out back to front 
frontin like I don’t notice you standing there 
demanding where 
I must pretend 
censor myself in public 
thug shyt 
you don’t got me drooling drippin 
trippin over nothing 
cuffin got me cussin 
in frustration and liberation 
jubilitation in relations that be so damn satisfactory for a moment 
momentous in its ability to pretend to be forever so drape me

dress me 
scrape in salves that heal all 
when you hold me when you lift when when you love me 
For those moments in yo eye line 
sky lined with dust and glitter 
that twitters like my heart when you wink 
when you smile 
when you speak but don’t speak 
so speak but don’t speak 
it’s the silence

it’s like I’m addicted to the silence 
Violent in some spaces where bruised bodies are covered like violets 
and roses where Rosa’s sat on places and spat on racists 
and spoke so speak but don’t speak and I’ll learn to read again

to read 
The rhythm of your movements 
the sigh in your creek 
you’re my tree 
I’m your forest tether me 
let me get you lost in these locs keying your way to the center with roots and hight and water you flow in 
and out 
and through me 
Soothe me 
with the realist of philosophies impossible to stay present 
Stop it B 
It’s too damn much of everything

Of everything 
So collapse 
As I know it must 
So break apart as I know it was always meant to 
So splatter the fragments of our affairs all over the universe 
Let it be the spit that flies from yo lips to the depths of the earth 
Let it touch the people 
Let it feed the children 
Their dreams let it hold them 
The streams let it show them
The abandoned let it hold them

And then collapse
Into my love 
into my lips 
into my lap 
Collapse 
Break part and spill into me and let us undermine infinity

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