NewPoetry

Danielle Carter

i never wanted to be white;

i only wanted a good haircut.

when does magenta grass     BLENDED     into a liquid violet?

when are you going to stop masturbating?

who are you, whiff of calendula,

which otherwise is     such clear honey:

property and commodity, the scopic drive,

you and your wet little blouses     “STICKING OUT OF MY HEART DRAWER”

like a light broth.