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112 pages, Paperback
First published October 15, 2019
... we are still wondering how we always manage to end up alone & face down in a pool of gasoline. we have got to love ourselves out here. us restless daughters stone the silence—our black bodies hang from the stars like hot oil under blemished sun, shimmy when everyone else is asleep. dig into ourselves. dig under—blocks & blocks of black bodies—or fresh water. under the side street. groan for our broken pipes. our stolen gardens. look for where it all went wrong. dig the ruined parts out. reach inside ourselves because somebody—somebody—has got to fix the goddamned plumbing here.
And I know what I am and will always be—
something that can and will survive a
whole century of hunt.