Sean D. Henry-Smith, 2017 Poets House Emerging Poets Fellow
refer to me by my many stars
mad cloudy the cosmos
or
from forth follicles, born galaxies
or
this aint ya mama’s event horizon
or
is this afro-futurist if i dont know a damn thing about physics
or
NIGGA WITCH X TOTAL FREEDOM REMIX
or
do i look suspicious
or
the last time you heard this song you balled out no i mean you bawled for four hours
or
night oar
or
steel wool
or
the tutorial for astrological aggression (thank you Chip)
or
constellation matters (thank you Suné)
or
i havent left my house for a week because im afraid theyre going to kill me this time
or
this cloud be us but u playin
or
keratin supernova
or
to use the q word in closed circles
or
i ripped every single hair from my scalp for the last three years and col-
lected them and made these photograms and put them on a wall and people think
its art now and theyre all standing in front of me as i tell them about this
process and youre still standing here so let me smudge some more
or
fuck, i might actually be an academic because i only ask questions or
its not my fault there are so many white people here
or
a niggas rorschach in ying colors
or
THIS BUSH IS STILL FUCKING BURNING AND I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY
or
maybe i got it right the rst time
or
to learn my body’s tongue softly
or
a stellar despondency
Sean D. Henry-Smith is a poet and photographer intrigued by their intersections. His first chapbook, Body Text, was selected by Lucas de Lima for the New Delta Review 2015-2016 Chapbook Competition. His work has appeared in Tammy Journal, New Delta Review, Newspaper and Tagvverk. You can find him online at @surrealsermons and www.seanhenrysmith.com.