to the god i do not believe in.

where i hide you in the vastness of the universe.

my secrets hide in his grave.

[art, dedicated to myself]

When push comes to shove, even a doe learns the taste of carnivory

a distasteful collection of unholy experiences. © all rights reserved summertwine

talking about trips don't trip don't move don't groove sitting in street poverty such cross nailing you down in the tomb of lost paradise eating at your brain your eyes your infinite holes piercing the guts of well-fed bourgeoisie never gave you a penny what fear they tumbling down your nameless night sucked up into the pit of your desire ever forgetting the laws of herdy life us folks too dumb too spoilt too bribed naturally striving to crush you in filthy squares and let you die in the fire of your extinguished stare and the why of hunger gnawing abandoned in cardboard bare just ignored your ruin in native rug dreaming of plains and flapping wings of eagles white and black plummeting your body shaking essential truths unquenched

My school of indifference opened and never closed; I remained its only student. BORN IN BABYLON is a collection of short essays, fragments, prose, creative nonfiction, and other miscellany regarding Blackness, womanhood, memory, identity, and America. Highest Ranking: #1 in essays © Z. T. Corley, 2024