Today I rise from camote, No, I do not want marshmallow Cream or puffed bons. With my sweet potatoe breakfast. I take it with soy milk se dice, leche de soya I am hiding my frailty and cry baby hands, soft and dried out by the sun, charcoal. I am gender confused soft neutral and aggrivated assault charcoal carbon black face, hands I am your sambo NO, I am your black ASH Indian running you square in the ground I am fidget and insecure aware now of what the lightning made clear this tree hollow is carved charred burnt I am getting up from it. as if in "what was i doing?" only I am done with this charcoal. Come to standing here in the afternoon. I ran here earlier hands, black with char and ash,
black out/white out
sickened memory strain where it is No- the ad nauseum I back up feeling nauseus. vomit in my mouth. nothing. just acid. feel hot and dry prickly heat fester. my skin angry My hair frying in the sun. Black and brilliant. my eyes are alight, yet down some. gathering my weight, my body my spring care.
I leave and turn. I am no more here. Light burnt this tree. Sun roasts my brown and fries my black. I am settles in insecure insecurities.
I am going to the lake. To swim. first shade. I am still charcoal painted. My sin a charred tree and a different sort of OCD I am, a strange child. reasons withstanding reasons, no doubt random reason. a reason withstanding.
You mark me, You cross me, I burn you at my hearth. You, ash Me, sweeping. no more. out. out. out.
I open window and let in my mother. fresh air. fresh air. sun breeze and optimum horizons. You'd know. but you never met me.