You visit me
in dreams...

You continue,
crushing your breath...

I dissolved before your eyes.
You hadn't missed me in those three weeks...

Freewrite/ Rant
Will I ever stop being...

I'd always been indecisive,
so when I asked you to conduct the day...

In Punjab,
the child and the moon promenade...

May I tag along as a ghost?
I have no place to reside...

The cops are afraid
when Black men move a muscle...

In the void sheets of rain,
my restlessness never expected...

I take the turnpike in a blur of frenzied
yellowing lights...

I've always wondered
what the last poem I'd write...

Jubilant skies morph,
Into foreboding blackness...