Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Four girls, heads together Wish to be seen seeing me. Their gaze sashays past mine, and in their hair Fork-tongued ribbons turn to snakes, Babbling in hisses, as their mistresses do, Dancing as though my faltering words Were music from a charmer’s flute. The girls look at me, Then Read more
Pleasant it is to risk all for one’s faith To stand joyfully in pathogenic rain To Typhoid Mary the sinning world And know that God will wink. Pleasant it is to proclaim one’s faith To thrust words into the bodies of others To look upon one’s bloody fists And know Read more