Roi Fainéant Press, POWER - An Ode to BIPOC Excellence
The bones of this piece began in Lisbon while I was working through jet lag. And here’s the thing about jet lag. I don’t really mind it. It gets me up insanely early, before the streets and people awaken. I can just sit by a window and watch how the sun lightens the sky and plays between the buildings. Morning light is different in every city.
Sometimes, in these quiet moments, a few words will find me.
Read “Lactic Acid”
Overseas. I lie awake again. Attempt to reconcile the hollows of old debts.
“Lactic Acid” in Roi Fainéant Press, POWER - An Ode to BIPOC Excellence.