Snow Globe

Anastacia-ReneéRacism

your smell a
fragrance hanging (a round)

in every happenstance
a memory lurking
underground

like hip-hop
or a hobbled fence
of protection

i
don’t
smell you

i
don’t
smell you
your history

a copy out
of print or

laying ( a round)
a burning building

all the pages
in black
& white





Last updated September 27, 2022