I cannot stomach

another black body

 

I’ve still got ten names

on my tongue from the last time

Or last night

 

 

Each one coats my throat

 

 

thick

Hard to swallow  

a person whole

via video

Their bones still stuck in my gums

Scatter every street I walk

Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me

maybe it’s insanity

but no one seems to see

the blood on my teeth

The shot in my walk

 

 

They ask me how i am

 

 

only room for

“good”

in response

no space for black

nowhere to fit their names

No place store the pain except my chest

 

Bodies

 

 

sift like

 

leaves

fall

S  l  o  w  l  y

 

settling someplace in the

 

 

 

caves of my stomach