Pam Johnson Davis
“You’ve never had sex?!”
That’s the first thing I remember about ninth grade math. I was placed in an advanced class, shyly sitting behind some eleventh-grade girls as they gossiped about
Read More“You’ve never had sex?!”
That’s the first thing I remember about ninth grade math. I was placed in an advanced class, shyly sitting behind some eleventh-grade girls as they gossiped about
Read MoreMy husband, who loves to say the word ‘black’ as often
as he can, even when it doesn’t quite work,
Read MoreSpinning, we shut our sleep-deprived eyes
and recite prayers until evil is no longer
subletting space inside our thoughts.
Sheriff Deputy’s creeping black and white,
flashing red lights, their CrownVic stopping steep
Read MoreAt the ancestral graves, they ask, what are you?
And in the chill of the night, I reply,
I am the shadow of the sun, the darkest hue.
Read Moreinspect my perpetual motion blood
machine. inside brackish waters new
species bloom—a microbiome of
fauna in my blossoming gut. I am
Read MoreDictator of deeds, and a memorandum of morals as we’re unconsciously obligated to comply.
This is how to enlist as eligible in the collective of American culture, constrain yourself to the
Read MoreAll the battles
you fought were not yours.
For others’ delight,
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