Tuesday Afternoon Sensory Inputs

I see you, beautiful black woman with your eyes diverted as to avoid contact.

“Beauty is always strange.”

I hear you, validation hunter. 

“I will protect myself from imaginary enemies by repeating saccharine statements that misrepresent reality.”

I taste you, Iced Black Coffee. 

“Everyone on the floor, for I’ve come to take what’s mine.”

I smell you, #SweetLife

“Doughnuts, brownies, cookies, ice cream.”

Touching my face, feel me?

“Soft, short, masculine, neat.”  


I Am