black hands
black hands
pure gold
interstellar bodies
wejisqaliati’k
thank you
broken wampum
pale cotton
dark molasses
indigo bruises
ice cubes
water glasses
goodbye mother
deep silence
she refuses
imperial nostalgia
meditating elsewhere
round language
thought rhythms
say goodnight
make love
cold smoke
eye toke
silver bullets
soft war
blood memories
afro futurisms
this place
our place
(no) safe place
they promised