In a daily way, prayed up and saying
That's a lot of princes for one country
and not offending the dream with its own image again/ no more shadow acting—
We started trading men like vices, admit it
I'm addicted water and liars, I'm addicted why we are/ a destiny,
and trading war trauma stories or stories about being left by our fathers every lifetime
which started out romantic and turned into a gimmick, a white line on a kinder mirror than fate—
Some of us wanted to get home
Inscribe the things we've lost the courage to say on the agents of that loss until
it's fame against fame again
niggas on the road acting like niggas on the road
eager and blasé ain't it, the way you shot your sperm into me and meant it like
Some of us wanted to get home
I imagine a time when love and violence are no longer enemies in order to reimagine my history and make peace with the ancient future again some of wanted to get home
I feel safe and alive and wait for me in that time with the blood and the bribe and the chicken running his insides toward the fire is more alive that we've ever meant to be
Some of us
Wanted home
feet in the air meditating ourselves awake like all the unisons . We met our son there and thought he was us backwards home begging him to come back
