, said the shotgun to the head

(An excerpt from...)

i cannot make
your past disappear
only rabbits, my love,
only rabbits

One of the best parts of the weekend was when Julia introduced me to this amazing book by poet Saul Williams.

"You have to read it outloud," she told me, when I was clearly confused by his wordplay. So I read aloud.

All the poems string together a cryptic story that, to be honest, I think I will have to read the book a few more times to understand. First Irina had it, then Jewles had to buy one, and I'm getting it next. This thing will spread like wild fire.

I surrendered

my beliefs

and found myself

at the tree of life

injecting my story

into the veins

of leaves

only to find that stories

like forests

are subject to seasons

~by Saul Williams