
three hours ago i got home from an agricultural delegation in cuba. im feeling about
everyone that the united states has ever punished for wanting to be free.
the ocean is a color.
what it takes to produce a banana and all of the affection between people to make it so.
the capacity for relationships to recover dreaming.
ignorance as empire’s resource.
what are black american’s role(s?) in black diasporic international solidarity?
black women dressed in white
the texture of heat
acknowledging mundane care / thankyouthankyouthankyou
it roots when it’s pleasurable
a voice note from the day before i left.