5 petal judas flower

(9.16.19 prison letter)

what you become,

5 am passed my window and from this height 9 am finds me hoping… I know I ’ll see you … but I’m dying to move like the sun across the sky .. such short distance compared to how small it is here in this locked away stillness….

1 x 4 minutes and we arrive ….

can I raise off your hips long enough to open my eyes to this cell. it is physical now suffocating and I am reminded that this world is the same world. it is still 1964. it is the told again truth, you hear it..that sound like ballots or bullets (X, 1964). truth told again we are deceiving each other… you know this. I am an island black male sub categorized American.. and you a fire storm of green eyes, white or American or German or English, female and while we have stood at farmer’s markets with our children strapped to our breasts, in spite of our clasped fingers and credit cards we are the lie.. you are sugar cane, my soul, and at the rim of you I sleep at you navel… they see us ..the lie….

submission and the promise for a heart and a chance, your promise like mine in a voice neither tall nor small, you said it first so I will always seek ways to surrender to you, I will always find ways to build shelter for every peaceful storm inside you ( 1 Peter 3.4).