Fragments

0. first I need

  some sweet bread.

1. you and I will be sitting at a coffee table,

   sunlight shines through floor to ceiling—

   windows. it sits on my shoulders

   & it’ll be a day of truth

2. you spill, I grit

& we fight for brain space

for the life of ours.

3. & me and my demands

don’t even know you yet. I’m angry—useful

don’t even know where my heart is

I toss my hand to my head, shake it

“I’m just a woman”

4. here are mine:

everyday we dwindle

flesh on the floors

hands in the air

wet skin

woman in the wilderness

I roam, I Rome

swords

Negotia loqui

we’re going first lines only

I’ll grow to love a man who provides,

long skirts, white sneakers

diamonds & suits. beige

navy. there’s an act in concealing

I’m sorry you were saying, officer?

I feel like I have a profound relationship with Allah.

I sense pulse.

no fruit. Godly

woman

lost in a people of a world

intention

is what makes a person special*

someone reads it

falling at the age of 19,

dying by 24.

D A S

kicking up dust

licking air, soft

in person you trust me.

matter fact - come see me

ego stretch

as humbly