Poems from bonitachaim.garber

There are only two types of love, he said. Black love and White love, and I, missing the abstract definition of what he had claimed to be...
As if I am not mocked enough by the hair aisle boasting of gleaming brushes, hairties and metal flowers that will ruin my hair. As if the...
Boston dear, Sing me your songs, Your slow drums, your seasoned crab delicacy, Your shrimp and caviar and lobster platters, Seafood still...