In Season (excerpt)

Body 

is the first 

fit

The original 

drip

blood 

Lines 

the seams 

of my pants 

Sag 

in my ancestors' clothes:

this skin 

Brown and bruised 

denim blue 

genes 

My DNA 

got a bell bottom flare

this real fashion

Ain't fast

or fleeting 

it's repeating– 

Our history

ain't a trend 

it trend sets

Transcends 

time 

and time again

We 

are always 

in season.

So they dress 

in our flesh

flayed