If I put a thong on or a jockstrap and let my
thighs spill out from them, do not tell me to
wash them away in jean or sweat pants. My
body beautiful like a 7pm sunset in
Maryland, like the 3rd scoop of ice cream
dripping down the middle finger, like a field
of fucking daisies decapitated by the wind,
like I been known how this story should end.
Me loving me for me and ready to fight a
bitch that says otherwise. This body is a
temple built in soft sand, a place I let others
in to worship.
Jason B. Crawford is black, bi-poly-queer, and a damn force of nature. In addition to being published in online literary magazines, such as High Shelf Press, BeLightFilled, Poached Hare, Royal Rose, and Kissing Dynamite, he is the Chief Editor for The Knight’s Library. Jason is also the recurring host poet for Ann Arbor Pride. Forthcoming works will be in The Amistad and Augur.