think of us

a doctor too

they prefer Brazil

by benevolent black women

so dirty, the water


on a shelf

with a mop and bucket

we pay them


toward the black sky

her sad face

from foot to foot

had to sit with the kids

preened, spiky grass


at the mouth of the Amazon River


on our shoulders

ice cold heaven

the salty violence

back to the Portuguese, the Lebanese

be a tattoo


didn’t live up

the many questions

while she cooked


London was dark blue

a hint of us would linger

two eggs

another Impiegato dressed in white

rising and falling

dribbled down


the pores opened

her blue crotch

covered in sand

ruining our fun

men like him

‘probably murdered’


lonely apart

my sister’s lips