dad smokes outside West Ridge cafe/ friday nights at ten/ after coffee, two creams no sugar/ shelf burritos and twizzler sticks/ gone hard and cold at our corner table
I ask my soul, “Take care of this, right now!” / But it’s silent. / It acts of its own accord: / An echo gasp, / From stupid-little-mundane things / That cry you out.
The environment is more than plants and roads, including also how one is treated or perceived. All Black politics have an environmental dimension because Black people are still unable to simply exist in The United States.
The similarities between the tourist industry today and settler presence in the Caribbean are striking: Both thrive on the idea that the Caribbean is a place that can (and should) be freely consumed, economically and visually, by Western people.
They knew the surrounding wilderness like the backs of their hands, or rather, the wilderness and the backs of their hands were continuous, separated by no boundary.
