Quit Frontin & Collapse Already.


So Hello Again,

I must pretend-  
censor myself in public            
thug shyt like,
you don’t got me drooling, drippin,
trippin over nothing,
cuffin got me cussing
in frustration …                                 and liberation,
jubilitation in relations that be so damn satisfactory                                         for a moment.     
momentous in its ability to pretend to be forever                                                 so drape me

dress me.
scrape in salves that heal all
when you hold me

when you lift when you love me                                                                                                                                                                                 
For those moments in yo eye line
sky lined                                                                                                                                                               with dust and glitter
that twitters like my heart when you wink
when you smile
when you speak but don’t speak
so speak but don’t speak
                   it’s the silence.

it’s like I’m addicted to the silence,
Violent in some spaces where bruised bodies are covered like violets
and roses where Rosa’s sat on places and spat on racists
and spoke so speak but don’t speak                                                                                                       and I’ll learn to read again                                     

to read
The rhythm of your movements
the sigh in your creek
you flow in
and out
and through me
Soothe me
with the realist of philosophies                                                                                                  impossible to stay present
Stop it B
It’s too damn much of everything

Of everything
So collapse
As I know it must
So break apart as I know it was always meant to
So splatter the fragments of our affairs all over the universe                                                                                         
Let it be the spit that flies from yo lips to the depths of the earth
Let it touch the people
Let it feed the children
Their dreams let it grow them
The streams let it show them
The abandoned let it hold them

And then collapse
Into my love
into my lips
into my lap
Break part and spill into me                                                                                                                    and let us undermine infinity. 

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