a satisfactory adjective for what it is uve accomplished.
my one-worders arent justice enuff, nor my rants needed.

i read this very slowly
very carefully
word for word
evaluating the placement of each word

i guess ive waded thru so much bullshit
whether its the mundane or the predictable
or college reading--

that ive learned to read over words,
and in this way
ive learned to gain a lot quickly,
but, in sum cases-- miss much.

so--
i was sure to read this carefully
measuring each word
its placement
its connotation/denotation
taking what i know of u
and what im reading here
and putting a meaning together for myself.

u are so flyy.

>She was a two-legged wall in the doorway
>At a minute passed 9.

i thought of audre luorde right here
>
>A whip of her tongue
>And earthquakes shuddered the monkey bars
>Where we hung like loose teeth.

i read this many, many times
>
>Oh, we could see her bracelets,
>Gleaming like the lips of pistols,
>Like thunderous cymbals,
>Clanging up and down her forearms.
>
this looked like light.

>We could feel her gaze,
>A brutal spotlight
>Surging from a heaven bent stratosphere
>Like some omnipotent jet.

every mama-- but esp yours
>
>And the houses down the street
>Dimmed into nothing but yellow eyes.

nice
>
>And the grass did not move.
>
>“Y'all better get your little behinds home!”
>
>It was not a good sign when she began to discuss backsides.
>
>“You know what,
>no, don’t even come home.
>Don’t even come strolling on in here this late!”
>
>It’s at that time when she tells you to not even do
>something,
>That you absolutely must.
>
>So, we stumbled home,
>Our bicycles, dragging behind,
>Shaking like the air conditioner in the top floor window.

made me think of 'nikki rosa'
>
>The porch light blinked as she rumbled,
>Ready to yank us, safe
>Under the ceiling of her wrath.

safe--- how important here in relation to the word wrath
>
>And I could hear the sick harmonic of trembling,
>The horrid gnashing of gold-capped teeth,
>And the looming sentence
>That was soon to burn over our tear ducts:

well-measured, full lines
>
>No TV for a week.
>
and the death sentence, but a safe one none the less, yes??

>A two-legged wall,
>My mother.

gorgeous.