“i am a moth because / my father was a moth / and his father was a moth “

“…to love this body / is to deem it worthy of patience / and endless grace no other earthly being could grant even if they tried.”

“When can I rest my knuckles? / Where shall I grow my tender dreams?”

“Just last year I cut the ends of my relaxed hair and let my thick fro grow wild / I licked the brown hues of joy’s elbows / I cried from laughter until snot graced my chin”