Homage to Spring and Eartha Kitt

You could say wisdom teeth

are the first instance

of seeds you sowed in yourself


Each one a small birth


always starting

with stretching.


When a woman’s

molar’s split

her gums her


begins to smell differently


Something in her

becomes charged

like a taser.


She’s assumed dormant

for someone else’s comfort

but is still

some whispering


    This is what wisdom can look like

    A sleeping puma/Power

    An unflipped switch/Static/Electric elasticity.  


Silent springs make

everyone around her on edge

hot bothering and bent

She makes them think of sweat

Unconsciously drinking in

the sight of her

    The scent/The sense.


Suddenly everyone wants to taste her

even if she doesn’t know it

suddenly she wants to taste


see what the buzz is all about

    Punch drunk.

    The nectar of it.


Puts the secret to her spice

in a box

locks it

    Eats the key.


This is when she calls

herself a Woman and means it

How she makes her sternum a steeple

A vessel vexed by a visitor.


She sees sex as a

 spell sees spells as a

      namesake her name the

            first song

              the Sun taught her

  The Sun?


Hot and bothering

the Moon all the damn time

Lessening shine

with blaring light as if

bright only bright

if he deems it.



she eats the sun

This is how she sharpens  her tongue,

how she turns black hole

back to star light again.

This is how she finishes

beginning and incites


Waiting on a ledge

to lunge and

drag out throats with a crooked smile.


A Heaven For Black Girls (After Danez Smith)

A heaven for Black Girls

Braiding on golden stoops


Rattail against scalp sacred

Part all kinks like a red sea


Clapbacks always chased by lightning

Spinning spirituals from every song



Kitchen: noun, hair around the river nape of necks, usually involving patience and combs

Breaking-point shore of Tenderheaded cove where

Comb turns to some type of menacing rat tail razored alligator

Slicing through scalps humid bayous like butter




Be the the crackle of curls split

Paired with owners murmuring dissent


Mind Musing #1

We must need to burn our names into the ground

Level everything

Completely stark

Dark as night and us