French Twist

At your Madi's place,

Overlooking the seventh 

The tower our neighbor and the 

Parquet floor of God

I lied

I smoked on the balcony

When you went to buy bread.

a prayer

The only good thing about not having kids:

Every horrible mistake

Misstep 

Soul-crushing moment will not hold back my Colette Sunday Blue Mazonde.

how its going

 

boom

I will blow up my life

Because fuck this

If I get this job, ok-

If I don't- fuck this. 

Who knew 

Human rights

And humanitarian work

Would be some of

The most sexist

And unempathetic 

Jobs in the fucking world.

kenya

I can hear the yells 

And smell the teargas

From my hotel room-

It's almost like the 4th of July.

My body aches

From this,

I am ready for the next 

Chapter. 

mitsuki's messages

I have blackberries.

We grew them.

Time to demolish. 

Moo

 My mom loved southern rock

But hated the south

She fell in love with my dad-

An undercover Yankee

Looking like a country boy

Born in Philadelphia, PA.

My mother hates the south.

(Her children are southern)

Shhhhhh

Don't tell her that

war and beatles

 I'm folding clothes and towels into a nondescript bag-

I'm thinking about my niece- 

I just gave her, "Are you There, God, It's me, Margaret." 

She is learning about becoming a woman

while I'm entrenched in war

and human rights abuses of the highest sort. 

Nosibah misses her mother. She never knew when she left for vacation that she would not return to her home. 

People in America joke about war

War is not pretty

It is ugly, and animal, and so beyond comprehension-

I told my boss

"I don't think I can work in war zones anymore"

and I feel GUILTY

Who champions human rights but doesn't fight in a war for them?

Me, i guess. 

Tracy rings out from the radio, saying

you got a fast car

Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way

And I pull over on the streets of Atlanta because all I can think of are the refugees, and i weep.

My stupid white tears,

Now I pray at the altar of Let It Be

trying to repeat it... trying to learn...

let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be

 

haitkus about men i've slept with: set seventeen

 XLVIII

sweet as confection,

but not what I needed then.

thank god we are friends. 

L

I thought you were last

I gave everything to you

but stars did not sync

update

 i'm fucking happy

with my apartment in Smyna

with my cats

with my humanitarian job (that doesn't make enough money)

fuck  corporate law

fuck expectations

fuck reproduction

and fuck you herman

I'm good.

always have been

always will be. 

haikus about men i have slept with: set sixteen

 XLVI

My tummy grew round.
You never wrote our story:
unworn baby shoes. 

XXXVI
my tree, my monkey, 
my soul yearns for you still, Love.  
please make the hurt stop. 

XLIX
Running to Lagos, 
Your hands and heart were so big 
we played house a bit.