Status Updates From Equilibrium

“now, i know i come from clutter

& hoarding, like the make up & Q-tips that litter my
bathroom counter in constellations of chaos. I come

from single mothers with big pores like black pepper
on my nose. I come from Pacoima United Methodist

Church, from older black ladies remembering my
grandmother & my mother & me as a little girl”

“dear father, i hope you know that i can love
the absence of a thing even more than the thing itself”
“there is no home with his face that i remember

just a place called Nowhere & this is where
I find & lose him like a savior”

“please know—i’ve made good with my life.
with or without you, i know how to kneel before imperfect men”

The poems on police brutality are hitting hard

Doesn’t really read like poetry, which I’m liking thus far