because i don't seek inclusion.




The idea of citizenship is just

another wall that divides us.


I’m speculating futures.

Now, I’m serving papi


a secret service hidden

in the brambles at my back gate.


I loot a salutation to a white christ

of its contraband and found


my nation in the clouds. Riot

shields and barricades delineate


a border, which is a bulwark

wired in flaming hot Takis


from habibi down the block

—funny how that is,


to have a mind halved

into open compendium,


to have a voice most sexy

when it’s gone.