black like i am black like all things blackwanted for everything but the fleshnoise to anything arrhythmican ankle of gold shackled to an ankle of goldthe skin rubbing to flake off ashletting something of the name be freebut ain’t all skin dead once left homelandain’t all tongues a north star until dimmeda boy with a … Continue reading The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Summertime Fine by Jason B Crawford →