Marfa, Texas

Thinking about freedom
And the prayer I say every morning
About not being born a slave, or a gentile,
Or a woman.

Thinking about un-freedom
And what my friend Sekou
Once called
The whiteness of whiteness.

Thinking about that unicorn
Jumping out of its cage at the Cloisters
In New York and kara
Jumping out of her cage

In my mind
In New York, and me
Wanting to jump out of my cage
–all over the place.

Out of fifteen passenger vans
Tour lines, white lines
Clock time,
Clock time.

What it feels like is this:
Heavy in my eyes and lungs–
Like Rayna–
Who has had her cough since Short Mountain.

Tomorrow she travels to the farm
In Northern California
One last time–
Before it becomes a rent-house.

Thinking about freedom,
And un-freedom,
And the ringing in my ears.


Some names of video slot machines in casinos in West Wendover, NV and some names of B-29s of the 393rd squadron, 509th composite group at Wendover, UT

Big Stink
Black Widow
Blazing Double
Duck$ in a Row
Easel Money
Enola Gay
Full House
Great Eagle II
Love to Win
Necessary Evil
Next Objective
Miss Fit
Quick Hit
Risqué Business
Some Punkins
Stinkin’ Rich
Straight Flush
Strange Cargo
Stroke of Luck
Super Cherry
Super X
Top Secret
Twin Win
The Great Artiste
Up an’ Atom
Wild Goose Chase