i will need two good memories
and a bad one
i have a magic disappearing act
a left handed shaman
an ugly critic who sits alone with no electric
i have metaphors for *******
i have lower case egos
and
i don't got time for yours
i have a riot in my mind
a revolution on my fingertips
it exists
in the spaces i quit/like deadbeat dads
leave fingerprints
misplaced and misguided daughters; let's run so fast the stars call us light
speed, like we don't need amphetamines
We have our own disappearing act
starts in the bones
starves you to marrow
The smaller we get the less you react
so we take up too much space, we elbow, we pose, we leave livingrooms and bedrooms and kitchens and killing time jobs, we leave jaws on floor, we leave sand in mouths, we no map, we motherless, we huge, we funeral black, we native land, we penny talk, we memory, we instinct, we stream, we bleed, we walk
don't follow
leave no trail
this is the third act
we need you back for curtain call