Twist the patterns
I have sipped tea over many moons
I see eyes
Lands beckon from a crocodile god
My Black American Grandfather was a serviceman for the bleak contingency
I'm learning the Swahili tongue while I forward emails to Mombasa
Orbit to Miranda's nunnery in Brazil lands on Uranus' star
I am 19 confessing my sins to a soldier fighting a war
I'm off work at 5:00
I was a poor Black woman of nobility in a tailored suit who was pauperized by goats riding the city bus when I worked at a desk up in the blue sky of downtown Seattle in the Pacific Northwest
My hair was a black espresso color and it was processed, and it blew dramatically in the soft wind while I lit my cigarette in the rain my damn self nothing but 22
He wanted to rape while those goats ascend a mountain
Loose sound bites play back of Lottie's full lips she was sequined in black was sworn in by a dragon
A streaker is running loose in the park
The sun dances across the sky as I recite the beatitude of a poor lunatic
I was exiled to Oberon
Heaven is ancient Mrs. Brooks
Dream
By Tiffany Haty
He wanted to rape while those goats ascend a mountain
Loose sound bites play back of Lottie's full lips she was sequined in black was sworn in by a dragon
A streaker is running loose in the park
The sun dances across the sky as I recite the beatitude of a poor lunatic
I was exiled to Oberon
Heaven is ancient Mrs. Brooks
Dream
By Tiffany Haty
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