trimmings 02

in returning to my studies i want to consider the following:

that i saw a sugarcane field on fire while driving around livonia. i was looking for a burial mound. hannah said the imagery in and of itself was poignant enough that i wouldn’t have to write anything about it. i don’t need to tell you why sugarcane is sweet. i need to tell you why the bullhead is unctuous.

that slathering babies in aquafor is comparable to catfish and their mucus.

that i came home one day because i didn’t want to be in my clothes anymore. id been thinking about how looking weird saves me from feeling ugly. this is why style is a performance.

that these mornings when i watch men pull the bayou apart like abundant bed sheets are a marvel.

that lately i’ve been yearning so my only choice is to scrunch up my toes in the sand and isolate every grain trapped under my foot. alternatively i could—

that i might be too matter of fact to be poetic or that that’s the crux of my poetic.

that i hate when the tired comes from the back of my head. tiredness is better coming from the cheek.

that i think the reason i’m more susceptible to another person’s touch is because i know my body too well and that’s its poison. i’m burdened by it. but the feeling of another touch invokes other skin that wants to be there deliberately.

that tequila lemonade and black eyed peas were my supermoon sustenance.

that blackness is abundance exalted.

that the house is the body. that when charli xcx says “i think i’m gonna die in this house” she understands dysmorphia. and while i’ve been home i’ve been seeing posters of a man who went missing and there’s no thread to this other than the ways in which bodies can be lost, i feel like my body is lost to me. the house was picked up by a flood.

offcuts is on substack

river muck, baby is in stores

the bullhead is in my eye