I knew I had jetlag because no one would make love to me.
All the men thought me a vampire. All the women were
Women. In America that year, black people kept dreaming
That the President got shot. Then the President got shot
Breaking into the White House. He claimed to have lost
His keys. What’s the proper name for a man caught stealing
Into his own home? I asked a few passengers. They replied,
Jigger. After that, I took the red-eye. I took to a sigh deep
As the end of a day in the dark fields below us. Some slept,
But nobody named Security ever believes me. Confiscated.
My Atripla. My Celexa. My Cortizone. My Klonopin. My
Flexeril. My Zertec. My Nasarel. My Percocet. My Ambien.
Nobody in this nation feels safe, and I’m still a reason why.
Everyday, something gets thrown away on account of long
History or hair or fingernails or, yes, of course, my fangs.
