racial fantasies

a clear mold clinging and bending to the outside of a solid, the outside of a clear, black line. — holding my breath until i’ve computed her movements her cadence, her stops and starts never exhaling. — race is the first thing we register i never quite registered myself did you? — imagining ancestors as…

from without, from within

gray outside, gray inside my skin outside so close to inside my inside so vulnerable to gray outside my gray outside breaks in gray inside, my inside and outside confuse each other for themselves see gray and gray assume they are one and the same if today gray outside and gray inside does gray always…