The Art of Poetry No. 113 (Interviewer)
“I told myself, Thank goodness those poets proclaimed Black is beautiful, because now I can talk about how Black is everything.”
“I told myself, Thank goodness those poets proclaimed Black is beautiful, because now I can talk about how Black is everything.”
I am learning how to sleep
again, to love
the descent, or is it,
lying here, a rising up
to summit
where sleep wanders
It’s a strange place
to try & find
God—inside
The world is your lawyer.
Pawn-shop pearls.
Hair like telegraph wire.
There are days I can understand
why you would want to board
broad back of some ship