once wandered 1

walking backwards to Persepolis
I track your thighs’ diaspora

I sniff their chords, their contumely
piques the desert air

their least unseemly strides
just can’t be true

I sum their feathered instants
the curve flies vertical

lifted far beyond the evidence
the past stares down

its folds on folds

heaven’s narrative
but nothing like you think

the cyborg ballet rapper wraps
shadows over every kid who thinks that

won’t hurt them

non-realists they pad
rainforest paths to ruins

wandering thighs
black music

good reasons
once, for living


1. Read the original version of this poem here.