America is a space program
They tell you they were gifts
Stolen obelisks and lady liberty
But America is all games and
grift
How dare they call it a pyramid
scheme
America is a space program
There are no eggs
There are no baskets
Only cages / Guns and
nickel-plated Gold
Toxic mold
What wont you
buy or sell
when there’s nothing left
America is a ssspace program
slippin and slidin in my mind got me ssolipsisising so close to the solstice
got me sizing and singing synthesizing the slanging and singeing
booming and bangin of my
people so close and so far away
dont you know empires make arabs and arabs make space
in the sand for scarabs to sow futures so rich you can keep mining us through and
through eternity and never understand the meaning of infinity
we already wrote it all and called that maktub
what you might call destiny
hanshouf hanshouf
we’ll see and you’ll see
we got there first
that’s why your language [of progress] lacks efficiency
build your space program
so you can [try to] see what we see
We are we are we are responsible
after Harryette Mullen
America is a space program
who illegible
who transcendent
as illeg*ble as the gangcolor iwasborn wearing
as transcendent as the gods i descended from
America is a space program
yet another of the test rockets explodes
its pieces and fuel falling
then spilling into the sea as the poet seats
herself with intention
to go within
the poet breathes
a long inhale
and sharp exhale
holding the tension
she releases a breathfull
an exchange
and the poet is grateful
grateful
for space
* The series, “America is a space program,” is dedicated in memory of Georgiana Pickett, artist, activist, mentor, and ancestor.



