Tag Archives: Imaani Cain

Outset

to begin: in the run-down double houses of california, cockroaches in my mother’s kitchen where she two-steps to marvin gaye and the sound of my father turning the key; the creaking that comes when she flies across the room to … Continue reading

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Last Exit

consider the whole of me to be a house with newly washed floors, kept clean enough to make your skin go tight and sting with the health of it. consider the entirety of my being to be wendy darling, to … Continue reading

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Wetlands

maybe you are the final frontier and i am an island floating on its back towards whatever shore is within closest. (this is so similar to the way you curl into me like galathée to its resting floor) i touch … Continue reading

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