Linger accordingly.

I do miss all the words - all the reasons - all the easy dips into the rivers - all the cursive - your snake especially - all the liquid. I wish you could look into my lungs and know how often I breathe your name.

It will never be the same. There's death and anger everywhere. But I have the belly of a lover and long to make a feast of this life.

When I write, I remember. So I haven't wanted to write. Which somehow seems too much like dying.

Locs, afros, and braids, oh my! We're home.

Nothing ruins my vibe quite like seeing someone pulled over by those blue lights. We share grocery stores with these bastards. Their authority is not real. A cop is just a regular ass person asserting their right to walk up to your car door on the side of the road in the middle of the night, give directives, and harass. Every single one of em needs their ass beat, and I mean that.