Before the sun touches the horizon,I wake fully clothed —Seeking fulfillment with pockets full of gold dust,fixing my gaze upon solar supremacy,          exploring the possibilities of a life

I’ve grown to understand that proximity is the key to affection.That distance can be the antagonist of true love, yetironic that your love stretched continents.A love

My mother and I wore the same size shoe.when I would trade solesout of rotation I would hear“Dang Fatman, I really liked those ones”,or, “You

As children, Da’Nae and I dreamt that the entire family lived on the same block.We dreamt, as children, on late nights over chip dust and

One time in fourth grade, I threatened to throw a chair at a girl who called me a gorilla. I was suspended, but I did

Before now,I considered myself knowledgeable on the expenses of funerals and burialsbased on my Google searches.I stayed up all nightcramming for this exchangeas if it

As children, my sister and I dreamt that our entire family lived on the same block.We dreamt, as children, on late nights over chip dust

In this note, we talk our shit. Shit shit sHit; a word I am trying to eliminate from my vocabulary. For now, fuck that shit.

Year One: Planted. I have fallen in love with so many people during this time; heard their stories and watched them cry.  Where do they

Enthralled by stainless steel doors reflecting hazel light,and red beams that foretell my destinationas a path of paisley carpetsguides me to your peep hole. Chilled

Closing my eyes I can still see the sun.Soaking my eyelids with blends oftangerine, pastel orange,hints of pumpkin and marigoldsmeared ondark, wet bricksthat construct my