Art Museum Experience

The black and white ones
Don’t spark my interest
They aren’t worthy
I don’t look at them.

I briefly glance around

All black and white

And small.
My favorite was
We have similar denim jackets
Stains on the sleeve
“Black don’t crack”
White does.

“What do you think of this one?”
Words I don’t understand
I get really nervous in art museums.

I am the art
In the audience.

I am probably going to throw up.
I can feel you too close
I feel the artist
Too close
I only feel well when I
See what doesn’t interest me
What I can wave off-
A trio of white canvases
Like a glass of water.
San Francisco July, 2016

Idea of the Day

“I’m for truth, no matter who tells it. I’m for justice, no matter who it is for or against. I’m a human being first and foremost, and as such I’m for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.”

– El Hajj Malik El Shabazz (Malcolm X)

What A Non_Interest

I would not like to
Live in the clouds.
I have felt clouds in
San Francisco_
They are cold and wet.

What I do not like:
1. Being any kind of cold
2. Unexpectedly being & staying wet

The clouds are so high.
So away from Earth
But still on Earth.
Still a makeup of Earth.
Would I feel?
Being so alone and surrounded
By emptiness,
Would I feel?
I know that
When I am in the ocean
In sand
In a tree,
I feel.
Maybe it is a matter of
Fear of
What I do not know
It just does not interest me.
Maybe to touch but not to stay.

In the sky August, 2016

Downtown Berkley Beautiful Being

And I swayed my way downtown.
The nervous stares
The moan and murmur
The assumption
That I had time
Respect for that
Which only saw
Hips, lips, and tits
For it that
Considered I a game
Threatened to
Break my stride,
Lower my eyes,
Strike my pride.
I had let my guard down.
I had assumed today was unlike another_
When did I cease to be a young woman?
I sauntered off to read James Baldwin.

Oakland August, 2016