I.
It's unspoken boundaries...

Between my first and three hundredth hello,
I could still never quite land my feet in a place...

Only one bulb is playing its harp....
rims of serenity's lost friend...

It's nights like these
where I feel like a giddy...

it's been years since i've stayed up
all night; trust me, this isn't my choosing...

Grandpa, my eyes will never deny how speechless I
was when seeing how pain wrapped itself around...

Transparent ribbon
swivels around my thumb...

Who are you?
I am not MYSELF...

I barely remember today
or yesterday...

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

I stand in solitude as raindrops
quickly flood my neighborhood...

Promising sunlight streams joyfully in
bathing my skin in rich compassion...