By LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs

hear me loosen from the alabaster
when crosses all lose grounding

these feathers from the Mardi Gras’ cock
craft delicate flakes not of snow

no more bus tours
no more trampling over my charms
above ground under water I am calcium
the jetty spirals in ruby mud & splinter

I can rest now

with plastic & cinderblock
the markings are bloated inscribed with a telling mood

tusks & asses are the conjures kindling your grief

what could my spells do now?
the rattle is drifting between a roof & a river
my handsome messengers float
head down in ghetto fab white

all this good for my sleep

I’ve not slept for a very long time

how un/peaceful these gates were
the levees long lost purpose

my neighbors some
were without a stone anyway

so you’ve given enough coins
no more flowers now
leave no single note for your heart doting & twinge
jot not another cross please

my pores are filled
too cemented with wants & reprisal

when the water subsides
prayers will have bosomed
thus the freshness of cholera & myth goes further