the calloused foot of itkicking in the nest of my spine.the RNC airs on its third dayand my neighbor’s Confederateflag airs too, grimly,over the awning of his porch.small talk buzzes about itselflike static locustsprophesying a plague.stranging through dreams: menmy shade of night with their gunscocked, dogs in my grandmother’s skinlaughing over carrion spellingout the shape of “boy.”like a moth stretched to billowingin the arms of a pale tree.it looks like every man i have everloved, here: the light spillingoutward like spoilt fruitin the moon’s wet clutch.a song in the way i cannot sayno. this country of spiders,eating each otherin the name of love.
About the Author | Lyrik Courtney is a Floridian (ca. 1999) who sits at the cultural intersection of African-American and nonbinary gender. They edit poetry for Venus Magazine and act as the blog editor for TRACK//FOUR, a magazine for people of color. Their work can be found in various places across the internet (Liminality Mag, Polyphony H.S., etc...), but they themselves are most often seen tweeting, at @lyrik_c.