POETRY

  Young bones are usually bold, old bones just feel the cold. Walking is easy…

  ODE TO MY BODY I should thank you For your health How well you…

  While in a museum, I examined a wreath crocheted withstrands of human hair: black,…

  no, I wasn’t always that kind of Muslim from the start. I mean the…

  we sunbath our hopes at traffic lights we are all zama-zama here we dig…

  mummies in plastic fabric “civilized” cadavers they teach me to hate my skin, she…

I sit on the basement facing your absence every morningto watch breeze play with birds,or…

I revved the star-spangled namesI carried on my head by giving mymother a birthday gift,…

Every line on my palmis an unanswered prayer.Where I come from,scars are the only waysa…

remember Charlotte, how she calledhome wherever your foot find rest remember the night before you…