In a bird cage made of bone, my cardinal sings alone, he watches the sun slowly set, and the shadows blend to night. I take him out in solitude, that breakable bundle of crimson, lighter than feathers and air, he's heavier than a ship's anchor. He's afraid to soar and fly, he's even more afraid … Continue reading Cardinal

Garment for an African-American Girl

She works the midnight shift in a fog thick as waffle batter and dark as black coffee, only to wake up at six to clean the schools This girl sits outside on her smoke breaks, takes a deep drag from a menthol and exhales the anxieties which kill us all. Lives matter, mewling mouths which beg … Continue reading Garment for an African-American Girl