My conception of the world disappears Like dead skin. Can you share new colors?
Will you share your newfound terror? Flip the switch connected to the fan,
Now describe the apartment bathroom In the eerie light of difference.
What are we, after & in between questions? Bouts of non-belief?
We have our hands. We know how to point. Begin & follow—double flame, after.
You are succumbing to something unseen. Prove your weather & your possibilities
If created equal, although unrecognized As such in type-casted roles.
I cannot comprehend the familiar holes, Or the rules of our melodic compositions.
Terrell Jamal Terry is the author of Aroma Truce (Black Lawrence Press, 2017). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Denver Quarterly, Poetry Northwest, The Literary Review, The Journal, Guernica, Washington Square Review, Columbia Poetry Review, The Volta, the anthology Bettering American Poetry 2015, and elsewhere. He resides in Pittsburgh, PA. Find him online at terrelljamalterry.com.