i am a mix-master DJ or(re)discovery or writing is knowing

my hair is a knotty bath
black light strung over mountain tops
melon dew ropes the spirits
cling to in the salty times

my lips are tuned to ancestral beings
muscle crescent and perched ready
to sit and sing and pop spearmint gum
and recite poemand sing awhile like
lingering honey

my nose is pen pal for lemony teacakes
or the smear of my man across my top lip
my nose walks home
tends to the roses nestled around mamas porch

my hips are galactic angles
float into good places
ring me downlike southern sunlight

my feet are grandma feet
flat and well-shaped
to soft-shoe the earth
there is no night walk getting away from these feet

my skin
hmmmmmmmmmm my skin
color is alice coletrane's harp
on gritty repeat
a silent bronze glow
a serious shot of moonshine
a twinkle in the good place
the space girl-children run tipsy
skipping through jasmine

free
birth
born
bright