windrag : poetry : journal

the moon that fills my eyes: that’s only the beginning it pulls on, warms and quickens all my water. curious optimism. like a breast, a faithful home for thirst

neighborhood phrasebook: “punk-ass” “yo’ mama’s a ho’” “whattya lookin’ at, bitch” “whatta you walkin’ away fo’, bitch” “you a stupid-ass nigga” “why you gotta disrespect me?”