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elvin jones

I. gutted angel, a gospel of blues. black and gold, hands that crack open sounds. bashful waves bash into the sea. heaven afloat in the distant sky, ascending the rolling waters. minister, I am a devoted disciple. II. gashes in … Continue reading

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Juneteeth

(for James Byrd Jr.) when a man enters a fire, he knows his skin is darker than the color of brass. hearing miles davis humming beneath flesh, the road’s dust gets caught in broken lungs: not enough air to go … Continue reading

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mouth to mouth

he might kiss you/infect your mouth/step on your testicles/ make you less of a man/dress you in drag/drag your naked dead body all across town/he might unfold your wings/stamp on your heart/pull your head to the dirt by your neck/he … Continue reading

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