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America tell me your woes.Write them out in all kinds of plays and prose and poems by artists of all kinds.Artists who don’t spend their days telling me about queer wizards who shit in the hall-I want a statement piece where a Black man meets his White girlfriend’s family and we all leavewondering how we’ll…

I wanted to write my own death- not commit myself to my own murder There was nothing committal about it I was happy to write and rewrite the 1000 ways I could die Where the light didn’t hit told us more about our deaths than any story told in full view of the audience. Hair…

I was crying in the tub looking at my bloody legs. They bled like an iceberg frigid with the diction of Hemmingway They bled a wonderous myriad of John Cage mesositcs They bled in a simple way like the way that Shakespeare’s sonnetsbleed into the minds of impressionable teenagers who think they know what it…