an instinctive tap

finally quiet i’d watch sunset outside my kitchen window. cold beer and pen posed over an open journal. incomplete poems littered every page.

fallen star

picking up strays
pastime reserved for canines
a loyalty offered but
not returned

too far gone

an incomplete seduces and
plays on already overly stretched emotions. 

promenade in silhouette

what would i do without these shadows to guide me, walk with me, talk with me, hold me in place? i have no idea but imagine it would be a space without grace.

i can, i will, because i must

the hardest part is holding
the space for that fluid an
expression, especially when
the he is both black and male

for my daddy who got me here

he never wanted to be 
a hero. he told me i’m 
more luke cage than you know
unbreakable but broken
all the same.

In This Here AFTER

Today I stood in the full body mirror attached to my closet. I stared at my belly and my hips for full minutes in disbelief before huffing out a joke at my own expense to no one, Girl. You need to get it together. You looking like one of them ‘Before‘ pictures on Instagram! I…

resurrection: a work in progress

i lost my shit but

pretended like i was holding it together while leading entire groups in
prayer circles and investigating the bottom of the rock we all found
ourselves looking up from.