Community Anthologies: 2025, On Liminality

Diamond in the back, sunroof top, diggin’ the scene with a gangsta lean wooh-ooh-ooh

“At some point I became keenly aware / of my unhinged potential to be immersed / in the nothingness that follows, / you know what I mean?”

At some point I became keenly aware
of my unhinged potential to be immersed
in the nothingness that follows,
you know what I mean? All bets
are on the dealer and that’s some
bullshit. This event may reproduce
itself, language says slant and lonely-like.
Thought I was a textured virtuoso,
thought I was spinning awake
and full of the overdue sense of being
which accompanies any self-determining
somebody out the mud of being named,
known, otherwise given a tone to resonate
inside of if you can feel me. I had this
disorienting sense that I could live
forever, I mean. Always locked in
a little melancholy, I didn’t mind it.
And before I slide too much
let me reiterate the contemporary forever
of the american negro, it’s depressing and
I’m proud of it, wouldn’t rather no other
galaxy in which yes I am manifold in
masks and thusly wolf-made and thrashed
about. No more do I pretend my beauty
isn’t ancient and ceaseless. In other words
I want my breath, not a speech about
my body. It is impressive in the dark and not
here. My love tends my secret as the lord
does a vast wood, spirit-filled and changing.
There is no direct conversion for this,
I’ll take my extravagances that keep me here.
Let me be here a little before I’m gone.


Edited by Sanam Sheriff.
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