prologue.
we left a place that didn’t want us
for a place that didn’t want us
a place anchored in the
middle passage through which
the titanic stirs
around the sugar cubes in my coffee
isa.
u-nity
is an iceberg
floating on surfaces
of permeable ground, sink down
spring too slow
dive and drown
fall too fast
silenced surface slaps
in submarine worlds
dangles in tangles
loose pool noodles
noosed in bangles
shaped like handcuffs
chained and trained
history unfolding
chains of connection
genealogies unraveling
trains of tradition
exception to relation
relation to exception
dalawa.
in quiet hums, my ocean moves
in moonful moods
they call it: mental health,
when i sunder in songful sorrow
bleed beyond sayability
sip on oil-stained oceans
tiptoe down harrowing hallways
lanterns out like bangs chopped
from the tops of my head like lettuce
free of routines that graze our bones
and delight in spite, despite the fact
that what i lack is.fulfilled by waves of
transnational adoption of
legacies never wanted of
paths never needed but
we speak with feltless tongues
chiseled from contrary cloths
searching for voice
in the grainy grammars of
tatlo.
futures and nones,
utopian ones
decluttering instincts
on the brinks, of
undoing my version of earth
errantly embracing
the dislocating break in two
the iceberg that is, you
need, is, both:
the tip above &
the abyss of love