cold-turkeying a love & As Christmas Comes To an End

Two poems shared on Substack notes

AI-Generated Image: A Black woman with locs, wearing glasses, sitting on her bed, writing in a journal. 

cold-turkeying a love

I’m cold-turkeying a love I should have
left when I first realized it was time
to leave before I become
cold-hearted.


As Christmas Comes To an End

I am locked into Broncos and Chiefs,
and Prime was glitching earlier, no
rhyme or reason to the delay, but I
remain tuned in; first quarter took a while
To warm up — old Buick, winter weather…
breathe, you’ll get it.

My cousin’s text message breaks my
attention, and I see the preview for a
photo and a video, and instantly, I’m
reminded of how much fun we used to
have as children — “Popcorn Loving
our way down the block.

New Edition was a drug of choice.
7 and 9-year-olds shouldn’t know anything
about crushes, but we were latchkey kids, raising
ourselves from the hours of 3 PM to 8 PM.
We were curious, and curiosity was meant
to kill us, but it didn’t.
We survived the block.

And even though we’re so far removed
from the neighborhood that reared us through
grade school, pieces of it still breathe life
into us.

Christmas is ending, and I remember the
past while braving my present.
What does the future have for me to live
through next?

I guess… we’ll have
to see.


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