This is how (I like to think) it begins:
night-time, August, the Devon cottage, where
the darkness is so complete . . .

When naked with myself, I feel where a right elbow isn’t, then is. I let my left palm guide me through the exhibition of my body.

The night of his arrest I climbed a hill
to find a deep cave in which to hide

As a kid, Nehisi used to sleep in a treehouse. He could curl right into it from his bedroom window. He would have a hard time falling asleep every time his parents got loud or physical.

I don’t wear them
or have any
but you gave me a pair
of seven-inch goth platform heels.

They say change is a constant,
but this constant became a coefficient
always racing to catch me

What will you do in winter dear when drifts
cover your fingers and shoes

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