*Adapted from "Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl" (1861) by Harriet Jacobs A garret nine feet long and seven wide just three high, sloping ceiling to the trap door, not for human life...
it amazes me that the imagery of salt-covered lashes is not used more tears so heavy that they can't be wiped away fast enough before they dry leaving a coating of salt that leaves the...
one step after another across the country across the airport broken shoe fallen sole fixed badly strapping tape doesn't hold working shoes walking shoes only one blister accounted for so much brickwork holding itself up...
my hands don’t belong to my arms, sometimes sometimes, my fingers carve patches that envelop the long threads of my skin my feet don’t belong to my ankles, sometimes sometimes, my toes crawl and etch...
