[i reserve the right to feel]
i reserve the right to feel
nothing. i keep for myself
myself. i wanted so many
things. propped. top shelf.
i find my feet. they sink. & i cannot
travel. i have not touched a body
like me. i release my feeling of rights.
nothing of myself like me.
don't ask me how i'm feeling.
it's not a fair question.
incrementally, you are american.
are a schedule of trash and debil-
atory fire. a sad face. the kind
that slips off when
wet. half of a whole mountain.
[i dullard dot seem a sad toy]
i dullard dot seem a sad toy
am the happiest i have been
forever! in fact am a steep joy
marinade… pruned jasmine
boba black are my fingerprints.
carefree to avoid thy thighs & not
lick (wowza!!) electro fences.
so seems i the dense dot?
I have lost not one drop this year
more far than my trust for man's
words & slurs. SO, is it spiced clear
to glean in the field sits wo man chan
securely undeported, wrung-through
cheering generations, incomprehensibly unto?
i pissed on a red christmas
tree, dead / the day after
a country tried
deporting my family. and me
squat in the dunes, blessed
the granular earth, and made
the sound of crying – teemingly, unfished
in the broad Atlantic mouth.
i have always loved the ocean i love it
for its size it keeps itself hidden
from the interior of no imagining
saltwater is one long sentence
saying your pain is a chuckle
compared to how I’ve held a billion glass lives.
I gave no consent to what would and wouldn’t live.