All the Good Dick Lives in Brooklyn Park
by DANEZ SMITH
& where do they keep the good shit in your town?
that organic nana, them gushy gushy schools?
when i roll up to dude house & ain’t seen
no grocery store for a few miles & there’s
a liquor store next to a liquor store next to
a little cesar i know the dick gon be bomb
there’s a stereotype in here - mandingo myth
slave quarter bathhouse, animal animal
experiencing need & so down for whatever
that project dick, section 8 inches, pipe
make you call the super. when in the moment
i like to tell a nigga to fuck me like a loan.
may all the hood niggas who humor my wet
be blessed with some fly shit: 24s, condos
enough & some healthcare. i swear the man
who rocks me best gets thinner by the day
he can’t afford the pills that keep me plump.
i told him they got programs for drug assistance
doctors, all kinds of help, but that would
mean to admit what we try so hard to forget
ain’t that it? all kinds of broke a body can be
i kiss him with the pill coming apart on my tongue.
i hope it’s enough to fill both of us out. we split it
like gas, like the brown blunt’s brown guts.