Probably all our encounters are existentialJambalaya. Which is to say, can a nigga survive?

Possibly twilight makes blackness dangerousDarkness. Probably all my encounters Are existential jambalaya. Which is to say, A nigga can survive. Something happenedIn Sanford, something happened in FergusonAnd Brooklyn & Charleston, something happenedIn Chicago & Cleveland & Baltimore & happensAlmost everywhere in this country every day.Probably someone is prey in all of our encounters.You won't admit it. The names alive are like the namesIn graves.

I remember my sister’s last hoorah.She joined all the black people I’m tired of losing,All the dead from parts of Florida, Ferguson,Brooklyn, Charleston, Cleveland, Chicago,Baltimore, wherever the names alive areLike the names in graves. I am someoneWith a good memory & better imagination.

Probably, ghosts are allergic to us. Our uproarious Breathing & ruckus. Our eruptions, our disregard For dust.

My hunch is that Sylvia Plath was not Especially fun company. A drama queen, thin-skinned, And skittery, she thought her poems were ordinary.

Are you not the color of this country's current threat Advisory?

I live a life That burns a hole through life, that leaves a scar for life, That makes me weep for another life. Define life.