roller blading by the mouth, uhm. the goal

is put stars into these letters,

stuck in the dream

—I don’t mind slowin

it down.

maybe that’s too much

grammar for you. attend

shun

I can’t wa(i)st/e

anymore time

thinking

of what you think of me. attention

I talk to myself some times

I’m sitting in between born

& sheetah

that sounds like my mother’s tongue

my letters are too pretty for spit

I’m Anna, angry but smart

I’m Tamara, wisequiet & sweet. Anna calls

it polite—I’m feminine in red bottoms

& arched backs. I’m bold only in appearance &

sweet in embrace. I even kiss in bows. I’m

brown & soft, deep & blue. I keep climaxing off

the page

& sage & sage

I’m still a civilian.

walking headback & unaware of the air we

breathe.

~ sand shuffles ~