I planned to write a book about / the color blue. Now I’m suddenly surrounded / by green, green gagging me / pleasurably, green holding onto my hips / from behind, digging into / the cleft, the cleft // that can be made.
The black music of herbs.
the birdcage is gasproof I have an important message for you the birds are wired /
peace is blind as teargas love your lungs will not collapse but swell
Hawthorn is a plant that exudes the hospitality of an open heart.
For her residency at the New Museum, Leigh looks at the act of healing through the lens of black female caregivers, educators, and intellectuals.
He had been waiting in the doctor’s office for so long he had begun to forget his symptoms.
The first foreign country I visited was Mexico. I knew enough Spanish to read a menu. But when I went to a restaurant and the waiter asked me what I wanted I realized I didn’t know how to order.