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Candid shot from my last feature of 2013 @ Ra Brown’s Will Work for Food (The food is bangin’ by the way—vegetarian fare!) The crowd was great and I had a fabulous time. Thanks again to my hosts last night—Ra Brown and Droopy the Broke Baller. Also to Turtleberry and Najah for riding out from Baltimore and to everyone who grabbed a copy of “Boom! Onomatopoeia”
Sidenote: Ironically. Apoetcalledgenius is officially ONE YEAR old today. Thanks for following!
Because last night looked like THIS. So much awesome at Spirits and Lyrics. Great feature from Jae October.
This is the completed version of a piece I started in a workshop with Danez Smith a while back. No disclaimer except that it is based on a true story:
(When Animals Attack)
3 years too young to wrap myself in a slot machine’s arms
I’m wandering through the gift shop when a smile like a Buick grill hit a guardrail
swerves in my direction
Don’t return his headlamp gaze
never bothered with an introduction or a first name
just wanted to know which room I was staying in
flicked those high beams like a wink and a
“let’s skip all the formalities and fuck” kind of look—
This felt like
Like he reached out…
And grabbed my hand.
Like I have a fear of being touched by strangers
Like never without my permission
Like bullet fired from my sniper rifle tongue. I snatched my hand
from his trigger finger grip
he not heeding,
warnings growls from my throat
Me, no way to camouflage 18 year old hips
He on the hunt.
follows me through corridors
still doesn’t ask my name
because naming your prey makes them more difficult to kill
we end up
In an elevator.
this moment, feels like trapped
Like the idea of him being so close to any part of me
Was more claustrophobic than this moving metal coffin
And this is when he tells me,
“you look nervous” (no shit!)
He reached out to touch my shoulders
This is the part of the video
where you see it coming…
In another eye blink
We are holding hands again—
bent back like his Buick grill smile around a tree
pressing into his wrists until targets formed on his palms
Him forced down into submission hold—
I couldn’t help but notice…
I really needed a manicure
Something bold like
a gold to match his grimace gunmetal gray
Like the shrapnel in my teeth
Or flint for the fire my eyes turned
If you’re bold enough to go for the kill and miss, know that a wounded animal will always fight for survival
And I, am no one’s trophy
You don’t get to mount my head on your wall as testament to your latest conquest.
You will not lay on my skin or use it to keep you warm
unmanicured fingers mask claws
will shred every piece of you
Rip hide from bone
Break them into splinters to pick your flesh from my mandibles
This is what I do when threatened
When you and your tarnished smile
Cage me in the corner of an elevator
And push every button
You get your arm broken
get my nails done…
"We don’t even care whether or not we care… We’re allergic to you"
Thank you to Alex Alexander for these moments she captured last night.
The fabulous Angelique Palmer (and her fabulous shoes!) during her feature at Be Free Fridays
For Christmas, you gave me
a coffee table book.
A goddamn coffee table book.
"The History of the Century"
I don’t have a coffee table.
I’m sitting at your table drinking coffee that tastes as bitter as I feel.
Did you know the world was scheduled to end today?
I was never one to believe in doomsday, but this feels a bit too calculated. Too predictable. Us—sitting here discussing the inevitability of our demise.
I’ve watched enough disaster movies in your bedroom. Did you know it would look like glossy book pages printed with the past we tried to forget?
For Christmas, you gave me a coffee table book.
I bought you a star.
An honest to God star.
I named it after you.
Because anything capable of destroying life as we know it…
should have your name on it.