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We are pulverized
Hormone-fed, locally grown meat
At the palms of a foul wind
Blowing down from
A tower spewing microscopic bits of amalgam
Until the day we are dust
This is the bottom, baby
Talcum Read More



By M’Shai S. Dash

 I peeled my skin off

To expose purples and deep reds

Wine and violets for you,

Swirled together all sticky and warm

Inviting you to marvel at me

As you could not see

the coil of my hair

my olive-yellow-brown hue Read More

Paid in Full

by M’Shai Dash

I pay you with the brown of my nipples

Purchase your service with one
fistful of my hair

Spiraled at the nape of my neck

Pennies, nickels, quarts of sweat

I give you, on loan, my narrowest point
(where the trickle of my waist swerves inland
and flows out to the mouth of my hips)

We barter, fairly, surrender for capture

Each receiving change

Today, Tony is Gone

by M’Shai S. Dash

Today Tony is gone
With all he brought

One cloak of mahogany skin
A set of alabaster teeth
and three pairs of sneakers

A half-used box of Baking Soda
A Pyrex Pot

He closed my heavy door
Behind him
I heard it drag slow

Across the carpet
Finding its mark in the doorjamb

With much ado
A door to a grand vault

Tony’s key lay solitary-naked
Shiny on the smooth brown table

I could not/would not look at it

I took the
sheets off the bed

Collected plates from
the living room

Marched them into the kitchen

(Where he used to come up behind me
And Breathe on
My neck.)

I stood
Washing each one
Drying each one gentle as
Mother’s comfort
Running my fingers
across their Scars.