Self-portrait as the space between us

Poetry. African & African American Studies. "And, of course, a natural inquiry is made: whose children will you be mourning as you still love? How many can you mourn all at once and is there an end? Will the condolence for us all ever rest outside the comma? I tug the reader, yes, place them befuddled in what befuddles me. Some days, this work was the only body with which I would feel safe to watch the rooms inside me be processed, accessed, revisited; if it too carries endless oscillating rooms, a black tesseract might be another attempt at the human's time here."