aerial view (looking out
from karma window)
of light rain (how each drop
makes a circle growing larger
until it disappears) landing
in previously rain-filled
rust-brown wheelbarrow
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the ting ting ting of individual drops
of rain landing on stainless steel bowl
as i carry it across the gravel street
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patrisse cullors in her on-being interview
as i stitch the last of the spandura harnesses:
black lives matter is a re-humanizing project
we’ve forgotten how to imagine black life.
whole human beings have been rendered to die.
our imagination has only allowed for us
to understand black people
as dying people
in the moment and at the time
the activists are employing a form
of strategic outrage
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baigz pushing through the front door
holding his hand in his other hand
there is blood but only a little mostly
there is ache/pain from
the catfish barbed sting he endured
in the clubbing of a hooked creature
to stun it from life into death
i hand him ice in a baggie wrapped in a cloth napkin
then look at the internet and redirect
away from cold to heat
(hot water bath the internet says
as hot as you can stand for 30 minutes)
and then emory comes limping in
minutes later saying how he
fell off the porch
meanwhile, the challah dough is rising
in between punch-downs and
after braiding the two loaves
i also roll up a couple mini loaves
around the following sweetness:
toasted pccans
maple
butter
chai spices
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the green of small and robust collard seedlings
sprouting up through dark of wet soil in south garden,
strawberries robust and flowering,
peas climbing and
the soft blur of carrot tops
lined up in rows down the bed the garden
finally is looking
like a garden
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elliot she signs her correspondence
for the first time and i like
how it lands and i like being named and
naming things
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