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- i woke up this morning afraid
i woke up this morning afraid
that i had fallen from
writer to story
and tumbled down,
from verb to noun.
Linguistic Inventory:
1. Title syntactically attached to poem.
2. Repetition of / f / in line 1. Ties to / f / syllable initial in afraid.
3. Repetition of / t / in line 2. Also / t / in tumbled in [...]
- Pharmakopoeia: part IV
IV.
Yerba de Maria
a brief panic on awakening:
the desert’s infecting my dreams
and i’m not even there yet.
la curandera me dice:
blood and bone
wanders home
when Aztlan awakens.
- Pharmakopoiea: part XX
XX.
adam (3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine)
i once was eve i once was eve
at the tree of knowledge of at the tree of knowledge of
good and evil. good and evil.
when i strut down when i strut down
the mitochondrial line the mitochondrial line
i - see - me i - see - me
poised poison
…in -ing
.the the
..gar- gar-
.den. den?
lover, i was hungry
and fucking [...]
- a detroit party.
I shaved all my hair off
last night.
It was between
bathtub gin
and burned out beats
that I forgot
whether I was Samson
or Delilah.
- blood familiar.
From the start, there was a familiarity that went beyond us sharing the same birthday.
You see, there was a time when our blood sang the same songs. My forebears were once the white and native engineers on Michigan’s underground railroad. Though this memory has fled my kin’s waking thoughts, it still lies coiled tightly in [...]
