Ancestors’ wildest dreams

r drunk on the sticky floor

of a Denny’s        texting gma Ayóó anííníshní;

& crying in the same hot breath abt

not knowing the right word for apology

if one exists         keyboard smashing

resilience resilience reslienceResielance

as we delete IG so we don’t

have to see ppl out-sacred-ing

each other    Maybe we’re only sovereign

in bed         sometimes    drowning

in the dark and in the soft pools

of their eyes, living off the hard tack

of their thighs moving to an MCR mixtape

We froth            Ancestors’ sleep-paralysis

demon     caught in cold sweat and skipped

therapy              untangling our bodies

from sheets       always untangling

hair out from under        somewhere

     Fractals left in corners, under juniper

berry branches       Do we even remember

how gma baked her pies? The cornstalks

stretched higher than Holy People

that yr ... & we came home buzzed

on lemonade       & an auntie’s laughter ... 

Everyone is always talking about

            an ancestor that is or isn’t

pleased

 

I saw a strawberry moon tonight rising ... 

I learned the word in my language for laugh ...

    We found it together:

Dloh      dloh dloh dloh

We eat it

We setting-spray it to the page