I slept in the voice of Edie Sedgwick for a day depressed rich naked taking to leotards and stilettos stealing oaths from biblical hoes making every would be elvis groan like richie havens you’ll be a woman soon a white woman a nightmare a dream I was having a nightmare in which I became my mother and then from out of nowhere she split off into her own double and bit my hand I woke up
No such thing as blood in America
OJ’s hypothetical confession had pet the foxes into next night a knife that bright Charlie he called leader the mole above every perfect set of lips at least mine, these ones right here kissed deserted the end of history her eyes were like tea cups his were confucius about to weep in stereo he laughed into a hose that sad snake nobody knows nobody knows
I still have Abbey Lincoln the last bloodless name on the brink of shaking loose
Did you tune in? I’ve lived a mostly nonviolent life OJ continued again a nonviolent existence
And I don’t know where I’d be if she’d asked me to try it the white shit making slits in her arms more nylons more ways to match fabric with flesh he went on if I did it you saw the photos the hope of red in a so blue whole made a family bold accusatory is it possible for a black man to owe a white man money even then is Halle Berry still paying her white ex-husband 13 thousand dollars a month to say once upon a time it was possible honey in a locket encapsulating the last wing of the final bee whose battered pollen makes good memories of the daffodil the infidel the ready teller go on rose strapped in velcro
Did you blackout? I might have he laughed half timidly half aggressive as a back up generator the Juice you didn’t think I knew about Juice?
