AN OCCASIONAL REMINDER 

and they

dont understand

dont make no sense to them

how shine stick on us

and we stick on shine

how we seem to

care more and more and

care less and less

how our torsos be tinted plexi

casing strobing spirits

how our mouths be both

artwork and arsenal

how our limbs be spring-loaded

and our necks be

blocks of cement

and our tears gather

like sunday dinner

in clapboard houses

both eating us

and keeping us

dont make no sense

no damn sense

to them