Soft Writing | Kerskine

Flit

Here

I’m thinking about interactions with glass

Like you

So simple it is convoluted so comprised of itself it is clear

Complicated

You upon you

Intentions float

Fleeting beliefs rising to meet convenience as your lily pads elude truth hold

Key master shunning trusts gate

Away and away again all caught up on you

So hard it is soft soft and

Crumbling upon itself, upon each other until full

So full you believe it

Barely

Eighty

I keep freezing

When I stay still enough I can almost hear you

I try to move softly as to avoid rumbling my brain

Or connecting my consciousness to this

day after

I softly close my eyes so I don’t feel them

I only want to feel you

eyes gone I make my bed yours

Make my hand hold yours a little longer

Make those kisses deeper

Make it so I didn’t have to leave so abruptly

Without eyes I hold up these memories with my hands like tent poles

Avoiding collapse and blur

I want to crystallize yesterday & peek at it like a treasure under my pillow

I close my minds eye and wish

Entering the space unraveled by time

& I wind it back up

Stay

I don’t need eyes this dusk space is blissing me

I can taste your lips here &

I can see all the colors of your eyes here

& see your pulse going in your neck here

I can take things further here

When I’m washing the dishes your hands are on my back here

In your embrace I didn’t realize the water was getting too hot

I want to do all the things you like

& show you some new things

I want to make you cum

You deserve it

Jiǔ

I found

The light

Of your

elbow

In my

Nest of dirt

& I saw the light bend

like your

elbow

How come

I see light from the dirt?

I taste light like dirt

Tonguing the Prescription While in Pain

Sometimes I wake up

I wake up

And I am crushed

I think in a language that is not my own about what I would sound like if I knew my native tongue

If I knew what it were

Who I would be

If it weren’t stolen from me

If I didn’t have to make do with pieces

And then I go to work

Auto pilot on

I’m a well spoken angry black woman of immigrants ready to snap your neck with shimmering brown eyes and neat emails

And short lunch breaks

And an agreeableness

my white boss wants to devour me

She always tries

She tells me she will be reachable on her vacation.

She tells me she will have WiFi because it’s not like

she’s going to some

third world country.

& I report it to the highest high

They say thank you for telling me.

thank you for telling me

I feel like

Your tooth

Broken until

Gone

Wasps sting

The insides of your lips and now you can not forget it

Wasps sting the sultry sighs it’s in your hips it’s in your eyes

Wasps stingWasps stingWasps sting

The side of my throat you hold me close I choke and choke

Wasps sting

me the looks you give

Muddy eyes cupped by dark lashes

In the winter at night when you’re poor The wall is so cold it burns

Like wasabi

Know Thyself

I was born by myself

And my mother loved me

Fuck unconditional love though yo mama tiyad and traumatized af

Recollections of Muck

You are an error no one can solve

Even if you drown it

A smudge we throw up our arms

Shame

It was so a nice

You are reactions curling up on themselves in a ball flicked away down the side of

the bed

Predictable and mad about it

And now I see that light can touch everything but not everything

can be touched

I wrote this for someone who looked to me as a powerful Black woman. She wanted me to write something uplifting for the SHEROES... So I did.

She works

To set the table

She she cannot sit at

Yet she works

She works

To adorn the table

With woven cloths

Bountiful harvests

And love

She works

To help you

Up

Get up

Did you eat yet?

Have a seat at the table

Backbone divine she knows helping you, caring for you

Will never bring her down She works

Cleaning up your mess

So that when you return

It’s as if you never were

She works magic

Sacred alchemy

Turning scraps into meals

Meals into leftovers

Leftovers into Earth

Earth into life

Life into meals

Meals into Energy

Energy into you

Because she works

To shake the table

Her care is her strength

Her strength is your greatest fear

Because she works

This one is for the unsung sheros

Sewing the seeds unseen

Below

This is for the generation that cares

Spreading light and truth in the face of fear

This is for change for these unprecedented times form a portal

And we get to choose what will be on the other side

Fuck unconditional love though yo mama tiyad and traumatized af

Finite Burn

Thanks for reading :)

- <3 K