#todolist
1. Learn to fly
2. Fly away
I keep it folded in my pocket
like a receipt for something
I didn’t mean to buy.
Some days,
“learn” feels too ambitious
so I just stand on tiptoes
in the kitchen
like maybe gravity is negotiable
if I’m gentle enough.
I watch birds the way people watch miracles
like there’s a trick to it
they’re not telling anyone.
Nan says “open the windows
let the air in”
as if air has ever stayed
just because it was invited.
I make tea,
hold the warmth between my hands
like it’s proof of something
like it might seep in
if I wait long enough.
There are moments,
small, almost embarrassing ones,
where the light hits the floor just right
or a ladybug lands on my sleeve
and I think, maybe this is it
maybe this is what staying feels like
but the list stays the same
1. learn to fly
2. fly away
I haven’t crossed anything off yet
just added, quietly, at the bottom
3. stay
(just for today)
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:55 AM UTC
When the stars align,
And the world sits fixed
A north wind sings across the river Styx.
Who will come forth,
Who will face the hollow force?
Something cold burns,
charred vibrations in the gray stern,
Conflagration of a heart's spurn.
When she became your ghost,
and let the oil run
The soil on his lips -
watching the sky burn
For all its words, oceans underneath
Dancing with black birds,
Dancing hand and feet
Lovers last words,
shelter under cover,
Burning in the snow,
safety without another
It's something beautiful,
something you’ll never know
Mothers last kiss,
bodies losing in the mist.
An ice blue sky,
and a pale white fist,
He never even tried,
leaning for a kiss.
When the stars align,
and the world sits fixed
The north wind sings
to the river Styx
While the sky burns red,
And hearts grow cold,
How a baby yearns,
and trees grow old.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
January 30, 2025
I will write today. I will write about something totally abstract, but the knots will untangle and form a photo of you. I will try to ignore you, I will try to not write about you, but today, I will fail.
September 28, 2033
I will have forgotten about you for many years, and on this day, when I go to write a grocery list, your name will flow out of my pen. I feel like a fire when I think of you.
June 22, 2056
I will remember you today, and I will be okay with it. I will think about you with a smile on my face, and I will be content.
June 16, 2091
Today is the day I will die, and when seven seconds of my happiest moments are flashing through my mind, I will not see you once, and I will perish with a smile.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 5:43 PM UTC
To do list
- Find someone who keeps you up at night
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
if it is not possible for you to have a dialogue about whiteness being a mental illness
after and during the actuality of slavery
pick one of the fields of study
within the dissociation of whiteness
to keep you occupied
until further notice
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC