The cops are afraid
when Black men move a muscle...

Last night, I looked in
the mirror, and wasn't...

The library door is creaked open, for you.
I don't want the worry of, "is she having bad...

Deep, night blue is longing,
expressions bearing no paint...

I never realized my back
could be exposed like...

Autumn has taken my lungs
I breathe cities and buildings...

The things they swept beneath their beds
were not dust, no, they weren't some kind...

Como tus labios, pruebo la diferencia
entre una orquesta del mar y una tierra...

We wear
paisley bandanas to protect...

It's back again,
gnawing...

it's always about you.
i know you don't always mean...

I barely remember today
or yesterday...