To escape the dream of skiing
on sidewalks and frozen avenues
onto boulevards in street shoes
to a downhill freeway, passing
an overturning logging truck
spilling limbed trees, icy asphalt
rivers converging and taking me—
insisting I stay upright just to become
lost—required two o’clock black
coffees, reading tree frog poetry
and a Black man’s philosophy of love
for well over an hour in the dark.
for George Yancy (“Trump Administration Is Using Christianity to Justify Murder and Empire”)
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