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Let Me Show You
oh, how my little joys have saved me
after Ross Gay after Gwendolyn Brooks
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On Some Saturday, After All of This
there is little room for sourness, / little room for anything other than a vibrating joy
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Shivering in the Summertime
some days my own womb shivers at the thought of / my black ass children being thrown / against any wall
Reimagining Light
The water flows through hollow bones and returns / as a song. It sounds familiar in the beginning / Then always changes.
A TEMPLATE FOR YOUR FIRST EVER NATIVE AMERICAN “LAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT”
Do I directly benefit from the enslavement and genocide of the original people of this land? Absolutely.