i roll up bible pages and u say
‘don’t bring those curses down on me.’ don’t play,
u been cursed! from the start, least from the day
u jailbroke ur soul, breathed river-clay
to life. besides, don’t we got angels too?
what else u think i’m doing when i kneel
between ur thighs but worship? don’t it feel
like heaven in this hell ur burning thru?
get up! the empire’s making us its bitch–
we need ur sorcery. dig up the streets,
churn through the sewer trash–let loose the Land!
earthquake the obelisk, it’s made of sand!
no matter how these godfrauds beat their meat,
they’re roadkill ratsnakes–ur a crossroads witch.
tt santos lives in Columbia Heights. She draws, paints, writes, tattoos, and cooks. She aspires to create work that insults the genocidally drab sensibilities of the hegemon.
tt santos is a resident of Columbia Heights.
