Neighboring Titles In “I Call My Sexuality My God: My Shampoo and My Watermelon Juice”


When did it become a crime to love a boy?
Face your daughter
Mom, I slept with a boy in our family prayer bed
Leave tars to mortars
That condom is not the maid's; that condom is mine
Your vase caught her sole cutting her soul
I love you more than I love myself
I'm fighting this feeling now
I admire you when I mime in miles
Igniting this healing now
I've taken our pictures in futures
I'm dialing all my sores
I've chorded our choices into tourists
I'm piling up my fears
My limbs are done humming without the hymns on your gum
Everybody's dinner ends at nine
I can't see no more, I can't see no more

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Amalgam of poems from "I Call My Sexuality My God: My Shampoo and My Watermelon Juice"