Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Je Suis Noire, And These are my Hours

At first I felt the name like a wound
une blessure
a blessing
and then I couldn't hear you
(anymore) calling
And I didn't care by what
term
length
something unearned in both senses
in all quad senses
came to mean my being and time
Heidegger
Head nigga in charge
and in price
and free



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