What my love en/tails I inhabit these rooms these Watery walks with Egyptian alabaster women & genuine Angels, calypso mermaids, Very old seas that roar
O me O my O molten ash, sulfuric gas—where was Jesu at your Vesuvius— I ask centuries later because I am feeling
taste like my beloved: Russians, like many Others, dubbed the blacks of Europe— through him I see my shadow come to light: the rest is
Mother Europa -May you tell me more about your relationship with your mother? -I never could call my mother, mother. My grandmother was my mother,
Intensity is done Wondering What comes next? We, immigrant Moving nations Not across borders But inside bodies Our blue eyed son The reminder of migrations
Half white half black Half this half that Half shit half crap So this so what Half white half black Half right half wrong