Men Mold Breast Like Clay
Breast look down when they’ve died.
Show not a man the church where clays pray, the soil where clays worship, the body where clays fast, the building where clays speak in tongues.
A Story with No Name by Joy Chime
My ex-girlfriend once said, out of the blue, when we were still an album, that I kissed like her ex-boyfriend. Needless to say, I was puzzled. And curious, so I asked what she meant.
When your heart boils,
playing host to the global warming,
take a pause,a breath and GO SLOW
