“And, I know you did not give me permission to but I already started asking God about you. I told Him if He doesn’t mind I’d like to make it to heaven before you do. To run your bathwater, to make you a plate, to turn the TV to your favorite channel, and turn it off, and make you believe you left it that way. And I vow to never open the door for a scent other than yours, and I promise to always remember your scent, and that we’ll laugh at everything that hurt when we were humans, like when we were poor, when we slept on our bedroom floor on Leslie Street, when we only had water and grilled cheese, the moment you said, ‘baby, I may not have any money, but I got a soft spot, and a melody, and a pair of arms that can rock you to sleep so, what, you thinking about taking a chance on me?’”

This book of poetry is about feminism, race, and queer identity. It is also a journey to find healing, truth, and belonging.