Look at me writing identity poetry like a black girl
We white guys know how to make a thing a thing.
Look into the dark there’s the prettiest word I’ve learned in years
so weird and long it gets italicized apart from the rest.
Ph’ntmsgr’s only happened to me once outside this poem
“I’ll never forget”
the blue and red flashes my eyes shot into the dark becoming the tendons of their necks
they wanted something every face does and everywhere I look I put a face.
On the street everyones’ faces talk to Charlie
and Charlie wants to rub them and say yes that! or fuck
off but it’s exhausting so I put my ear buds in.