We Want Our Bodies Back: Poems

by Jessica Care Moore

this is the place where Mike Brown’s blood turned to roses. the stemmed legs of our boys. long and racing & always swimming toward the sun. easily tripped up

You must absolutely dominate. Always. This is not a pretty sport, despite all those pretty dresses.

The universe may not have time to write You into existence.

We are all out of definitions for the Impoliteness of colonizers

Tomorrow is an understatement Ever after: a disguise

What else do you have to give more valuable than memory

pull haiku from your curls & carry them as children. say them backward sometimes just to see if the story ends the same way.

in this place that kills kings & destroys the magic of women