Chapters (54)
- Cover Page
- ICARUS IMPOSTER SYNDROME
- A THOUSAND CARDINALS
- BIRACIAL GHAZAL: WHY EVERYTHING ENDS IN BLOOD
- THIS LAND IS WHERE WE BURIED EVERYTHING THAT CAME BEFORE YOU: AFRICAN AMERICAN HISTORY AND CONCEPTS OF OWNERSHIP IN EARLY ELEMENTARY EDUCATION
- FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS #1
- IN A RARE MOMENT OF NOSTALGIA MY FATHER REFLECTS ON OBAMA’S FIRST INAUGURATION
- TAXONOMY REGARDING MY MOTHER
- I THINK EVERYBODY HAS A YEAR THEY NEVER REALLY LEAVE
- SUMMER AFTER
- ELEGY FOR THE WINTER AFTER TAINA WAS CANCELLED
- CHICAGO*
- WASN’T THE MINOTAUR BURIED HORNS FIRST: VULNERABILITY AND IDENTITY IN THE MYTHIC BODY
- A POEM ABOUT TREES THAT ISN’T ACTUALLY A POEM ABOUT TREES
- NEARLY 7 YEARS AFTER THE FACT A BOY WHOSE NOSE I NEARLY BROKE HITS ME UP FOR BRUNCH
- IN THE NETFLIX TRAILER OBAMA SAYS “I DON’T FIT IN ANYWHERE” WHILE ANTHONY HAMILTON PULLS A BURNING CITY OUT OF HIS MOUTH
- OBAMA SAYS “MUTTS LIKE ME” IN THE MIRROR EVERY MORNING WHILE I GET READY FOR SCHOOL
- THE ACADEMY OF ACCEPTABLE LOSS
- PREGAME PRAYER WITH COMPLETE CITATIONS
- COVERAGE
- YOU GOT MCDONALD’S MONEY?
- FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS #20
- FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS #51
- THE SPOOK WHO SAT BY THE ONCE BOMBED CITY: PSYCHOLOGICAL EXPLORATIONS OF ANCESTRAL MEMORY THROUGH THE LENS OF RACIAL BATTLE TRAUMA
- THE SPACE BETWEEN SKINS IS CALLED A WOUND
- TRANSLATION
- ON THE NIGHT I CONSIDER COMING OUT TO MY PARENTS
- (SELF) INFLICTED
- FRANK OCEAN SIGHTING #268: FRANK OCEAN IS RUMORED TO SPEAK OF RIVERS WHICH IS LIKELY A LIE (DISC 1)
- NARCISSUS IMPOSTOR SYNDROME
- THE AUTHOR IS OFTEN MISTAKEN FOR OBAMA’S LONG LOST SON
- INSOMNIAC SOLILOQUY
- MY FATHER WATCHES FERGUSON VOL. 1
- PORTRAIT OF MY FATHER AS SISYPHUS
- MY FATHER WATCHES FERGUSON VOL. 2
- PALINOPSIA
- POLICE DREAM #607
- PALINOPSIA
- ELEGY FOR THE SUMMER AFTER DJANGO UNCHAINED CAME OUT ON DVD
- PALINOPSIA
- REGRETS
- GHAZAL FOR THE SUICIDAL THOUGHT
- PALINOPSIA
- THE SEARCH FOR FRANK OCEAN OR A BRIEF HISTORY OF DISAPPEARING
- VARIATION ON A THEME OF GENETICS
- LESLIE ODOM JR. SINGS OBAMA’S ANGER ON NPR
- MERCY, MERCY, HIM
- TANKA FOR THE 4TH OF JULY
- ZEALOTS OF STOCKHOLM OR ELEGY FOR THE STILL ALIVE
- OBAMA WANTS TO BE CLEAR ABOUT HIS LEGACY
- OBAMA SPEAKS OF RIVERS BUT WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ON DIFFERENT SHORES
- NEGROTOPIA #3 (SELF PORTRAIT AS HEAVEN)
- SAD NIGGA MANIFESTO
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
or a reminder that Barry does Black stuff too
and I used to think wherever a white girl
could see me is where I was from
I did not say Love
I did say my name was David which is not untrue
and the song is throbbing by now
MySoulIsOnFireMySoulIsOnFireMySoulIsOnFire
David dances near the white girls and plays basketball
David hasn’t sung since the last white girl he wanted
David body of static the electric glazing the TV
clingy and inconvenient down to the touch
the song is winding down now
scabbing over into an exhausted piano
Barry smokes a cigarette David was never alive
Anthony Hamilton reaches into the back of his mouth
pries the gristle of a repossessed house from between
two molars and it is dark and neighbored with callouses
asks Is this where you’re from?
Barry says We are Americans
I say yes
OBAMA SAYS “MUTTS LIKE ME” IN THE MIRROR EVERY MORNING WHILE I GET READY FOR SCHOOL
Fog holds the mirror captive I step loose from the shower
one word splits the mirror baptism is a tricky business
soft a dragonfly’s migration a small body skimming sacred
dares to trouble the water it’s barely a miracle at all
One word splits the mirror This business of baptism
a fracture no wider than a country unbraids me
dares to trouble the water it’s barely a miracle at all
his face wading in its own reflection how much I am like them is
A fracture no wider than a country unbraiding me
a silvering hairline wound in the glass I am not biracial like he is
his face wading in its own reflection how much I am not like them
the fracture is not vertical is a different map altogether
a silvering hairline wounds the glass I am not his kind of biracial but
in this nation even what wants us doesn’t there are constants between us
the fracture is not vertical a different map altogether
it’s a failure in the design near the mouth question of what is & what swells
even what wants us doesn’t A constant between us is desire
give me a mutt and I will know family reflection is negligible geography
the mouth a failure in the design what is & what swells to chaos
in the absence of my name I am such a little sin honestly
give me a mutt and I will know The negligible geography of
each yellowed tooth this body alone in the snow
in the absence of my name Little sin at school I am called Obama
it is only ever a beast it is only ever my face