The bloated yellow roar of near bones
Some stellar erosion makes a human body but I feel closest
To home in the digging even with the walls around it like jail
The school centers early gardens romance Slave named Adam
Billie’s limp gardenia Facile confirmations like Eve was a black serpent
and she used her teeth to sing there was no chewing no tone scar of hunger
Whatever you accuse her of tasting she was just telling you its name
My name is Maafa and I spit star guts at the craft of ease
I own everything my knees are in this mud stewing it to charter searching
For the mineral they are tender circles of blame give our creation story
The range of a jaded spring clapping its bounty down
