Introduction to kinds of staying
We wear mourning clothes
but mourning does not define us.
In the fog is ours
unpredictable ending
and definitions are dead.
Free like
small feet
in the ocean,
for the first time, I put
fingers in the hair of the other.
Not moving is the solution.
I want a pulsating space
between us
and spread legs
while from the lips
I read the latest news
hospital report
reasons
why it was burned
the seventh police station.
We wear mourning clothes
and yet no one possesses
our loneliness.
Kinds of staying
The whole night drunken girls have orchestrated under our balcony. You finally breathe out Buddha, out of you, and begin to sway to the rhythm of the shackles. I call as witnesses the impossible sand and the mirror of the sea. We fucked in the Caribbean, we did it Caribbean blue, despite the racism that advertises itself at every turn. We are a protest in motion, swaying we unite in victories. Black angels are watching over us, you said. Not sure about angels, but black is my color and this was a phenomenal seven minutes. Even the hat on the hanger no longer feels lonely. On the way out, do not forget to say hello to the reptile that has been sleeping under our couch for days. Bring me flowers, daisies if possible. Let the forms of kindness drive you crazy. Find the right one for me.