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

Good Enough

For men and boys who are programmed like me, same attraction, an off magnet, rubber guy, rubber toy, rubber heart, I'm the sack that carries onions.   The male Cinderella, the dust on my sister's shoe, an allergic reaction from the other; she says ah-choo, my baby brother's gun and troubled look.   My cousin's … Continue reading Good Enough