A book-length poem navigating belief, black lives, the tragedies of Trump, and the boundaries of being a woman. A mix of traditional forms where sonnets mash up with sestinas morphing to heroic couplets...

When U-God from Wu-Tang said, You ain't heard -- This is me disillusioned with the mouth -- That's when I realized that breath was white -- The air is waterlogged. Niggas ain't thirsty.