☀ Today's Poem: "wild petrichor, smell of wild rain, caught in the body, wild disrespectful," Trace Howard DePass

(t)his was the one answer i found. i forget to drink water. another omnitemporal question, this is the one that brought me to answer, how can i be black and wanting to be referred to & not mention my sister's, my mother's, my theydie's, my homies deaths in particular? friend is an evergreen term in temperate cities. my good friend called to tell me what happened & when i get these calls i forget to drink water because i forget water actually exists & i remember that i am someone who gets called. on. i suppose i wasn't water but was. in. deep waters and i've missed a call several times. water in my throat, now at any now, there are some people on the phone documenting a world happening to them & there are some people that need to listen & there we are echoing already gone & trying to leave this place & elsewhere yet can't go. (t)here is no where. water in my throat i waded in & capitalized on & made recyclable for other content in order to survive at anywhen. i had the capacity for calls & my phone bill ain't go to collections this month as water collects → my students dap me in the hallway because i know how it is outside these hallways. it adds a gold foil leaf to me being the strong jawn along with shawty, we make capacity & are not like these other boos. i heard grief as a form of love unable to give of itself unable to give of self, a bottled love, unable. am i drive or crushed by flow? water in my throat, i waded in since last election, since last big man who took over, i asked where, with what, do we rebuild together from here? Grief, water in my throat, if you are the unrequited eye of all my life & all the love i have left to give, lost, trippin, cycling, if i mounted you down, steady, changeless on this black lowboy all ← bottled up & put a cap on you, would devotion pour me godless →
as it did before the call to, when, for the first time, lost, i cried your water?
(t)here's altar candles & a vigil's worth, cheers to rebirth, here's room
enough for forgiveness to live & let go, intent: to be cleaned by flood.