Poetry by Prince Bush
by Prince Bush
Irony—violence towards police;
solid bottles, bricks, and debris
thrown on behalf of fluid desire;
gaseous, loving sweat, salting no
wounds—is a weapon when
needed. The heart can become
a metronome, the pause between
bricks, breaths, cobble stones,
and sex checks; it can show
that what’s between these legs
is both fire, and free from
sense—it can show that what
matters isn’t matter, but a rhythm.
Prince Bush is a bookish, black, non-binary (he/him/they/them), and queer poet attending Fisk University in Nashville, TN. More publications can be found at https://pbush.com.