the zombies do not wish for love or passion or gradients of friendship no
pining for love letters or was she looking at me because i thought she was
looking at me the zombies are not into people pleasing or name dropping—
no false pretenses about job possibilities or big investments in small words.
the zombies are not afraid of the dark, rather—prefer the night. let a
night come over the day like a crush on sunday. let it fall humid like
unexplained dampness between two stars. zombies do not need approval
from anyone thing. don’t need a head nod about shoes or a co-sign about
job choices. zombies are not actually dressed in white—this is a human
misnomer about what we view as sacred or impure. is a thing wrapped in
white with supposedly no soul, left or right? & there are days when you
wish you were a zombie, tie your wanting up messy & pretend you don’t
see no thing. set fire to yourself while sleeping burn your dreams, your
arms out stretched for a woman on fire.
Anastacia Renee Tolbert is a queer super-shero of color moonlighting as a writer, performance artist and creative writing workshop facilitator. She has received awards and fellowships from Cave Canem, Hedgebrook, VONA, Jacks Straw, Ragdale nd Artist Trust. She was recently selected as the 2015-16 poet-in-residence at Hugo House, a place for writers in Seattle.