Prainha

Nothing but to hunker

down

And let the cold push us together

thighs upon thighs

lips upon lips

and slow holds

and minor shifts

Versus blankets

and armor

and forgetting all the in betweens

of needing to wrap a feeling

in feelings

Just warmth

and deep bass beats

love and no love

while the wind blows

and a tree falls outside

No Room for Flowers

there’s no room for

flowers in the playground

children plant

feet on the ground – before

a leap to the basket

full of under ripe fruit

and drop flesh in

a crash

encounter with the man-godly enslaver

the blacktop is cracked

it’s where god-men launch them

selves

trying to escape

from built things

-Njoli-

A Capucine Bailly photo
A Capucine Bailly photo