the courage to be oneself the coffee mug stands erect on the floor and take note of that shoe under the stool and my books lying everywhere – check this hard-bound copy of Rainer’s poems lying wide open like thighs...

the heart is perfectly cold – no room for love, that rope and that stoel over there are perfect where they are but where is the lighter and the paraffin i want to burn while I dangle like a fruit...

we put our trust in you trusting that u still carry the same black blood in your veins, trusting that since we come from the same dusty streets in the township, where everything still leaks, roofs, toilets, hearts, our black...