I love my students (why
is this a performative? I am I do what
ever I say I do I am if I
wasn’t then the full
of barrel, of plenty flavor, the
in their mouths
because we let we leave.
when everybody cries
in the face of an open work, the circle
workshop, the transverse band
the broke-ass institute the chaste
symposium of eve, bully, coco
call ‘se‘steban like a father, chicken and rice down low—
bust you up in increments so
you link ephemera
From B. Jenkins by Fred Moten (Duke University Press, 2010). In memory of José Muñoz (1967-2013).