NYU Black Renaissance Noire NYU Black Renaissance Noire Volume 16.2: Fall 2016 - Page 120

i cackle a spell to decorate my curls . hair changes us , you know . hair matters to our breathing bodies . hair warps and twists and pulls and screams ! hair images bound after the flames in the mirrors through space . the light reverberations try to disappear us , but we witches linger , barking mad bitches force muscles to lay on the biologic frame .
this radiant litany imbibes the room with music and I think about
coming in coming in coming in the ideas flow in through the brain in the body spanish — key to my linguistic embellishment development
reset
i think — stroke-pull-sound-ghoul
reset
ghoul ghoul ghoul ghoul ghoul
reset ghoul reset flum . flum .
reset feenderstikwile !
SO THERE ’ S THAT ! and the birds chipchirrup chirp chirp circling the walls , the feathers , the ceiling , they spiral inward past posters and mirrors ; swirl like a drain over my head to drill the room through my skull wall ! i convulse .
hahahahaha
i reset and the music invades the room ! come here ! come on ! come play ! ring ring ring
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