Charlottesville Curriculum

I am afraid of your transcendental death.

When people say think of a man. I think of a brown man.

Sometimes the earth grows khella because she can feel our suffering.

Yooooooing beneath Costco tikis.

When people say think of a man. I think of a white man.

I am meant to hold you in your oblique pain, your map-driven pain.

Yooooooing beneath Costco tikis.

I was drunk holding my teeth in like students.

I am meant to hold you in your oblique pain, your map-driven pain.

You die like an actor.

I was drunk holding my teeth in like students.

My body was a brown dog I shoved back into the water.

You die like an actor.

I beseeched but couldn’t stay out of the first person.

My body was a brown dog I shoved back into the water.

Hold me, hold me, hold me, holdmeholdmeholdme.

I beseeched but couldn’t stay out of the first person.

Where does it hurt, we say.

Hold me, hold me, hold me, holdmeholdmeholdme.

I am afraid of your transcendental death.