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Half-builtyour greathouse loomsbetween me and the sun.Shell-smells on the morning wind.You are younger than my daughterthe boy you hold is blondthe moon is new.My sloping land brings our eyes level“Welcome, neighbor,” I begin. Were we enemies in another lifeor do…
January 1, 1989 The US and the USSRare/were the most powerful countriesin the worldbut only ⅛ of the world’s population.African people are also ⅛ of the world’s population.½ of the world’s people are Asian.½ of that number is Chinese. There…
Clean jeans and comfortable shoesI need no secrets here at home in this echoless lightI spread my papers out around me.Opposite alerta grey-eyed lady takes fire one pale nostril quivering we both know womenwho take up space are called sloppy.
Staten Island, 1986First the plumbing breaks down a minor valve slips with a hiss as the first guests sit down amontillado in hand.Between the leek soup and curried flounder an era begins in the basementthe furnace gives upits castiron forevers…
The youngest sister works a dangerous groundmildewed combustiblebeyond glamour or choice she is last seenleaping the dangerous pegmatite under noon’s mercy.Each day she lives a bright ransomgoing away beyond the guilty cut to the border evening hounds baying across the…
I.My face resembles your faceless and less each day. When I was youngno one mistook whose child I was.Features build coloringalone among my creamy fine-boned sistersmarked me Byron’s daughter.No sun set when you died, but a dooropened onto my mother.…
Alivebetween the Panther News and Zabar’s an Upper West Side properexiled to Brooklynwhere she became a styleBroadway in the winter and the rainlong fingers flashingRed Zinger tea at Teacher’snext to Bolton’spiperack elegance.One unguarded turn from curb to never the car…
for Joyce SeroteThere are no frogs in Soweto students croakAmandla! through the tear-gas.Not true no frogs live in Sowetoonly we are too wearywith no ears left to hear them.Who knows where frogs live in Sowetowho has time to listenstroll along…
Newspapers printed in secret report bent needles under the child’s fingernail barbed stitches through the bleeding scalp grandchildren playing hide and seekriddled with bullets behind a silk-cotton tree just two more funerals in Sowetobehind the small coffinsLillian’s son-in-law drags his…
The language of past seasons collapses pumpkins in spring false labor slides like mud off the face of easeand whatever I turn my hand topales in the sun.We will always be there to your callthe old witches saidalways said always…